CHEMTRAILS%20-%20CONFIRMED%20-%202010%20by%20William%20Thomas

The jet trails on Wallace’s tape looked different, Crabtree explained. But contacting the Wallaces would
not be easy. They lived a rough mountain mile from the nearest pay phone. But Crabtree promised to
send me the tape.
When the tape arrived from ENS, I drove it down-island to a friend’s home. While her daughters played
in another room, we sat on the couch as I slid the tape into a VCR normally reserved for cartoons.
As the tape started playing, we stared at her TV. Then we both burst into laughter. The “story” was a
bust!
“Why those are just contrails,” I exclaimed. “We’ve got an hour of shaky video of contrails going across
the sky!”
My friend agreed. But we kept watching anyway. Five minutes went by. Ten...
I stopped laughing.
“Something’s wrong,” I exclaimed. “The same big planes are flying back-and-forth across the same
patch of sky. Airliners don’t do that. Holding patterns are racetrack-shaped, never in parallel rows.
Besides, the spacing we’re seeing violates FAA regulations for commercial airliner separation.”
“Look at the sky,” S. said. “It’s clouding over.”
Sure enough. Instead of dissipating like normal contrails, these cross-hatched plumes began to widen
and spread across the sky. As we watched over the next half-hour, the strange trails blended together,
turning a “blue sky” day into a milky murky overcast. The rest of the date-stamped tape repeated this
strange motif over a period of days.
I was baffled.
I wrote to the videographer’s post office address, suggesting a telephone rendezvous. Sure enough, at
the appointed time my phone rang. I took the call.
Stopping only to drop quarters into the pay phone, William Wallace described how the big unmarked jets
were almost daily crisscrossing the area, weaving a grid that came together to turn blue skies into a
murky haze. Temperatures dropped. And as this unusual aerial activity continued for days and weeks,
Wallace went on, the plants in their garden had wilted and collapsed. Then their dogs died.
This was spooky! It certainly did not sound like normal contrails formed by the particulates and water
vapor in jet exhaust. Wallace suggested I call Dr. Greg Hanford in California for another take on these
strange aerial activities.
Dr. Hanford directed me to a former Raytheon employee named Tommy Farmer out in Tennessee. One
eyewitness led to another. Within a short time, I had 700 emails and interviews in my database from
people across the United States who didn’t know what they were seeing, but were unanimously certain it
wasn’t contrails that was causing them to coax family and friends out of their homes, or park their cars
beside buys highways to aim camcorders up at the sky.
During my time in Kuwait as a member of the Gulf Emergency Response Team, I had covered that
disastrous “eco war” for Environment News Service, sending out dispatches from burning oil fields and
the crude-saturated Persian Gulf over that trashed city’s only working fax line.
Although I didn’t know it then, I was now about to being reporting on another environmental war that
would consume my concentration for the next decade and beyond.