I saw it go North along the Delaware River It was about the size of a mini-bus. Gliding just about twice the height of the treetops, it was on fire, leaving a smoke trail as far as I could see. Several times, the sound of a rifle ricochet would ping off through the smoke and leave a trail of its own. It changed color several times, from blue to green, yellow, red and orange. It made a sound like a powerful motor from within. The most astounding thing was that it maintained a level flight not dipping or falling at all. I was ten years old and there were seven of us. We all saw it. We thought it had to come down in the fields at the end of town. We were just South of Easton, Pa and rode out on bikes to find it. Then the next day the papers said it had come down in Canada. |
