In 1973 my Grandmother and me (I was sixteen at
the time) were returning from a wonderful lunch we had together on a beautiful
Summer Saturday afternoon to her apartment on the second floor located in
St. John's on the outskirts of St. Louis, Missouri. Two tall oaks stood as
guardians as we entered and closed the small metal chain-linked gate behind us
and continued to follow the concrete sidewalk around to the back of the house
toward a stairway that lead up to her apartment. We had walked about halfway to
our destination when my Grandmother pointed upward into the clear blue sky
dotted with a few white clouds...to my surprise I saw an unknown object flying
with two Air Force fighter jets in an aerobatic dance thousands of feet directly
above me. They all circled about as the jets tried to position themselves on
either side of the flying object, but the object seemed to turn quicker (as if
turning on a dime) and continued to outflank them time and time again no matter
which way they turned (it seemed to be playing a game of "Cat and
Mouse", and the jets were losing). The object's appearance seemed to be
shaped more like a dark silver or gray double-saucer, it moved about freer and
so much quicker than the jets without even the slightest sounds (I could clearly
hear the roar of the two jets). After what seemed like a minute or two, the
object (clearly a UFO in my mind) instantly changed its direction, and in a
flash of light...shot skyward without the smallest sound, leaving behind two
very bewilder jet pilots would be my guess. It was the most fantastic sight I've
ever seen!