| Country | United States |
| State or Province | Mississippi |
| City | Not specified |
| Date | 1967-68 (approximate) |
| Time | Not specified |
| Weather | Fair, night |
| Duration | Not specified |
| Solid Object | Yes |
| Size | Not specified |
| Shape | Glowing white balls of light |
| Shape Details | Solid with a fuzziness around the edges |
| Metallic/Shiny | Not specified |
| Color | White |
| Glow/Halo | Yes |
| Lights | Yes |
| How Many Lights | Multiple glowing balls of light |
| How Bright | Varying brightness |
| Light Coloration | White |
| Sound | Not mentioned |
| Motion/Speed | The balls of light stayed with the aircraft, changing size and brightness, playing around the plane. |
| Number of Objects | Multiple glowing balls of light |
| Coordination/Communication | Not specified |
| Windows | Not specified |
| Occupants | Not mentioned |
| Description | WITNESS DESCRIPTION: Short version because this was long, long ago: In 1967-68 when I was 16-17, I was flying a small 2 seater single engine Cessna with my brother as pilot. We were flying from a small, unlit airfield in Mississippi to I think Arkansas. This was a routine body hop we did many times. On other flights I had seen lights in the distance which was unusual in that day and time in the rural South. My brother told me he didn’t know what they were and to ignore them. One night was particularly uneasy because things had not gone as planned and we were delayed heading back. We were fighting to get ahead of a storm and get on the ground. Our landing lights depended on somebody putting out a kerosene lantern at each end of the landing strip. We had double trouble because the person who was to put out lights was not answering the radio. I was doing homework by flashlight when suddenly the interior was lit up. I looked out my window and not even an arms length away was a white glowing ball. All of sudden there were two more in front of the plane and on the left side. My brother was freaked. When I asked him what they were he said something like, “Shut up. There is nothing there.” Well those balls of light stayed right with us “playing” around the plane chasing each other, changing size and brightness. They were solid except for a fuzziness around the edges. We didn’t beat the storm, but we were not far from the field only we could not raise the man at the field. As we came around to land my brother had to come around and land in the most dangerous direction because of the wind. If we missed we would dive six feet down to a dirt road or if we overshot we would go into a grove of pecan trees. My brother was a damned good pilot, but this would take the saints above to make it. The whole time those balls of light never left us. When we turned and lined up to land they lit up the landing strip and one hovered over the sandbags at the end. As soon as we were down and the engine stopped, “poof” they were gone. My brother told me never tell anyone. That was the last time I flew with him, and I only saw him again a handful of times in my life. We never mentioned that flight. Too bad he is dead but I am sure he never told anyone. |
| Nearby Landmarks | Memphis, Tennessee |
| Latitude | 35.1175 |
| Longitude | -89.971107 |
| Altitude | Same as aircraft |
| Propulsion | Not specified |
| Advanced Capabilities | Not specified |
| Visible Payload | Not specified |
| Radar | Not mentioned |
| Signatures | Not mentioned |
| Awareness | Not specified |
| Aggression | Not specified |
| Health Effects | Not mentioned |
| Physical/Environmental Effects | Not mentioned |
| Animal Disturbance | Not mentioned |
| Witness Feelings | The narrator’s brother was freaked, and the incident was not spoken of again. |
| Witness Assessment | The narrator’s brother instructed them not to mention the incident, and it was not discussed further. |
| Additional Info | The narrator’s brother never told anyone about the encounter, and they only saw him a handful of times in their life after that flight. |
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