The Bermuda Triangle

[neferetus]

Back in the 1970's I was fascinated with The Bermuda Triangle, as were countless others. That's why so many books and documentaries on it were flooding the markert at that time. (I myself owned around 6 paperbacks alone.)

This thread then is dedicated to that mysterious stretch of ocean where ships and planes have been known to disappear without an explanation---or a trace.

[neferetus]

Here's a bit from www.bermuda-triangle.org

No doubt you have wondered about the Bermuda Triangle. It is the greatest
modern mystery of our supposedly well understood world: a region of the Atlantic
Ocean between Bermuda, Miami, Florida, and San Juan, Puerto Rico, where the
disappearence of ships and planes not only continue, but continue to defy explanation.


It was Halloween, 1991. Radar controllers checked and rechecked what they had just seen. The scope was blank in a spot now. Everywhere else all seemed normal. Routine traffic was proceeding undisturbed, in their vectors, tracked and uninterrupted. But just moments earlier they had been tracking a Grumman Cougar jet. The pilot was John Verdi. He and trained co-pilot, Paul Lukaris, were on a flight toward Tallahassee
Moments before Verdi’s voice had crackled over the receiver at the flight center: “Uh, this is November two four Whiskey Juliet (N24WJ). I am at, uh, two five three zero zero. Request ascent two niner zero. Over."


Permission was quickly granted. The turbo jet was then seen ascending from 25,300 feet to its cruising altitude of 29,000. All seemed normal.

They were still ascending. Verdi had not yet rogered reaching his new altitude. Radar continued to track the Cougar until, for some unknown reason, it simply faded away. Verdi and Lukaris answered no more calls to respond. They had sent no MAYDAY to indicate a problem. Read-outs of the radar observations confirmed the unusual: The Cougar had not been captured at all descending or falling to the sea. Frankly, it had just vanished while climbing; it simply faded away. One sweep they were there . . . the next?

One well known case in 1962 vividly brings home the need for careful behind-the-scenes probing. Once again, it involves an aircraft.
The date was January 8, 1962. A huge 4 engine KB-50 aerial tanker was en route from the east coast to Lajes in the Azores. The captain, Major Bob Tawney, reported in at the expected time. All was normal, routine. But he, his 8 crew and big tanker, never made the Azores. Apparently, the last word from the flight had been that routine report, a report which had placed them a few hundred miles off the east coast.

FLASH! the media broadcasted, fed by a sincere Coast Guard issued press statement, that a large oil slick was sighted 300 miles off Norfolk, Virginia, in the plane’s proposed route. The mystery could be breaking. . . .

But that was the only clue ever found. Although never proved it was from the plane, publicly the suspicions were obvious: the tanker and its qualified crew met a horrid and sudden death by crashing headlong into the sea.

However, the report-- finished months later-- confirmed no such thing. Tawney had been clearly overheard by a Navy transport hours after his last message. This placed him north of Bermuda, hundreds of miles past the spot of the oil slick. There is no evidence, therefore, that the plane and its crew ever met any known fate.

The contradiction was hardly the press’s fault. Nor was it totally the blame of the Coast Guard. As soon as scratchy information came in, it was directed to the by-standing media. But this had misleading effects, as the KB-50 case demonstrated.


With almost every case the same thing has happened. By the time concrete information is obtained, the story has lost its appeal, and no follow-ups ever find their way into the papers.

[Bromhead24]

I have been in the triangle many many times and the ship had two strange things happen
and i and my gun crew witnessed one.

First, the ship, the radar opperators noticed a "Blip" on the scope that was on a collision course and told the OD (officer if the deck) and he had the ship turn.
The blip turned and stayed on a collision course.

The OD then had the ship turn to avoid the blip which was still way off. This went on for a few hours and when the blip was close enough to see it, it was still on a collision heading
and the collision alarm was sounded, (all this was in the middle of the night) the blip suddenly dissipeared.


My encounter, it was about 2:00pm bright and sunny the gun crew and i where outside our gun mount with our section chief and suddenly there was a geiser off our port quarter about three hunderd yards away. I'm not talking a whale's blow hole gieser this was large and about one to two hundred feet high.
A few seconds later there was another one on the starboard side. This is what we call in gunnery as "Bracketing" thats when an enemy ship is trying to find it's range to the target.
Both our port and starboard batteries went to general quarters and trained out mounts out to try and find the ship that was shooting at us....It was never found and during our debriefing, the radar operators said they had nothing on their scopes..

It was very strange but since those two incidents we never had another strange happen and we went thru the triangle many
times.

A BRACKET is a succession of two salvos, one over and one short, or one right and one left, with no straddles.





BRACKET AND HALVING is a method used in visual spotting at extremely long ranges, from low spotting stations, or with poor illumination, when the spotter can determine whether the shots are short or over, but the amount of error cannot be estimated with reasonable accuracy. On observing the initial fall of shot, a spot is made which is believed to be sufficiently large to ensure crossing the target. if the next salvo crosses the target, the following spot is applied in the opposite direction (towards the target) but is half the amount of the initial spot. Successive spots are in the same direction until the target is crossed again. When this occurs, the direction of the spots is again reversed and again halved. The process is continued until the target is located within the pattern.

[neferetus]

Just from my own memory of reading on the subject of the Bermuda Triangle, reports of lost ships have circulated as far back as when European explorers first sailed these waters.

The story of Flight 19 is the most famous aviation mystery in history. It is the disappearance in peacetime of an entire squadron of 5 US Navy torpedo bombers and their crews while flying a routine training mission between Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and Bermuda on December 5, 1945.

Christophe Lambert (GAMBLER) has even written a novel about the lost flight that involves the Alamo! Chris' SOUViENS-tOi d"ALAMO! documents flight 19 up to its disappearence in the Triange. When the "Lost Flight" materializes once more, it's March, 1836 and they are flying over the Alamo! It's another fascinating "What If" book.

[neferetus]

Fascinating, first-hand account, Bromhead! Thanks for sharing. Wow, that really brings it all close to home.

[Greg C.]

I'll watch/read anything I can on the subject. I've wanted to write a novel about it but can't get it going. Has anyone seen the miniseries called THE TRIANGLE, that came out a few years ago? Worth a watch.

[Bromhead24]

The triangle has also been used as an escape from Debt, the mob, the mother-in-law etc:

Several of the missing triangle victims have been found in Mexico and Brazil.

[Greg C.]

bromhead24 said:

The triangle has also been used as an escape from Debt, the mob, the mother-in-law etc:

Several of the missing triangle victims have been found in Mexico and Brazil.

They always said the current was strong...

[neferetus]

Then there is the Saragossa Sea, where the ocean remains becalmed most of the time.

[Greg C.]

There's also a Devil's triangle located off the coast of Japan. Theres some interesting stories out of there as well.

[neferetus]

A couple of good books on the subject are THE LIMBO OF THE LOST and THEY SAILED INTO OBLIVION.

[leonard b]

Nov 5, 2007 11:22:42 GMT -5 neferetus said:

Here's a bit from www.bermuda-triangle.org

No doubt you have wondered about the Bermuda Triangle. It is the greatest
modern mystery of our supposedly well understood world: a region of the Atlantic
Ocean between Bermuda, Miami, Florida, and San Juan, Puerto Rico, where the
disappearence of ships and planes not only continue, but continue to defy explanation.


It was Halloween, 1991. Radar controllers checked and rechecked what they had just seen. The scope was blank in a spot now. Everywhere else all seemed normal. Routine traffic was proceeding undisturbed, in their vectors, tracked and uninterrupted. But just moments earlier they had been tracking a Grumman Cougar jet. The pilot was John Verdi. He and trained co-pilot, Paul Lukaris, were on a flight toward Tallahassee
Moments before Verdi’s voice had crackled over the receiver at the flight center: “Uh, this is November two four Whiskey Juliet (N24WJ). I am at, uh, two five three zero zero. Request ascent two niner zero. Over."


Permission was quickly granted. The turbo jet was then seen ascending from 25,300 feet to its cruising altitude of 29,000. All seemed normal.

They were still ascending. Verdi had not yet rogered reaching his new altitude. Radar continued to track the Cougar until, for some unknown reason, it simply faded away. Verdi and Lukaris answered no more calls to respond. They had sent no MAYDAY to indicate a problem. Read-outs of the radar observations confirmed the unusual: The Cougar had not been captured at all descending or falling to the sea. Frankly, it had just vanished while climbing; it simply faded away. One sweep they were there . . . the next?

One well known case in 1962 vividly brings home the need for careful behind-the-scenes probing. Once again, it involves an aircraft.
The date was January 8, 1962. A huge 4 engine KB-50 aerial tanker was en route from the east coast to Lajes in the Azores. The captain, Major Bob Tawney, reported in at the expected time. All was normal, routine. But he, his 8 crew and big tanker, never made the Azores. Apparently, the last word from the flight had been that routine report, a report which had placed them a few hundred miles off the east coast.

FLASH! the media broadcasted, fed by a sincere Coast Guard issued press statement, that a large oil slick was sighted 300 miles off Norfolk, Virginia, in the plane’s proposed route. The mystery could be breaking. . . .

But that was the only clue ever found. Although never proved it was from the plane, publicly the suspicions were obvious: the tanker and its qualified crew met a horrid and sudden death by crashing headlong into the sea.

However, the report-- finished months later-- confirmed no such thing. Tawney had been clearly overheard by a Navy transport hours after his last message. This placed him north of Bermuda, hundreds of miles past the spot of the oil slick. There is no evidence, therefore, that the plane and its crew ever met any known fate.

The contradiction was hardly the press’s fault. Nor was it totally the blame of the Coast Guard. As soon as scratchy information came in, it was directed to the by-standing media. But this had misleading effects, as the KB-50 case demonstrated.


With almost every case the same thing has happened. By the time concrete information is obtained, the story has lost its appeal, and no follow-ups ever find their way into the papers.

[leonard b]

Nov 5, 2007 11:22:42 GMT -5 neferetus said:

Here's a bit from www.bermuda-triangle.org

No doubt you have wondered about the Bermuda Triangle. It is the greatest
modern mystery of our supposedly well understood world: a region of the Atlantic
Ocean between Bermuda, Miami, Florida, and San Juan, Puerto Rico, where the
disappearence of ships and planes not only continue, but continue to defy explanation.


It was Halloween, 1991. Radar controllers checked and rechecked what they had just seen. The scope was blank in a spot now. Everywhere else all seemed normal. Routine traffic was proceeding undisturbed, in their vectors, tracked and uninterrupted. But just moments earlier they had been tracking a Grumman Cougar jet. The pilot was John Verdi. He and trained co-pilot, Paul Lukaris, were on a flight toward Tallahassee
Moments before Verdi’s voice had crackled over the receiver at the flight center: “Uh, this is November two four Whiskey Juliet (N24WJ). I am at, uh, two five three zero zero. Request ascent two niner zero. Over."


Permission was quickly granted. The turbo jet was then seen ascending from 25,300 feet to its cruising altitude of 29,000. All seemed normal.

They were still ascending. Verdi had not yet rogered reaching his new altitude. Radar continued to track the Cougar until, for some unknown reason, it simply faded away. Verdi and Lukaris answered no more calls to respond. They had sent no MAYDAY to indicate a problem. Read-outs of the radar observations confirmed the unusual: The Cougar had not been captured at all descending or falling to the sea. Frankly, it had just vanished while climbing; it simply faded away. One sweep they were there . . . the next?

One well known case in 1962 vividly brings home the need for careful behind-the-scenes probing. Once again, it involves an aircraft.
The date was January 8, 1962. A huge 4 engine KB-50 aerial tanker was en route from the east coast to Lajes in the Azores. The captain, Major Bob Tawney, reported in at the expected time. All was normal, routine. But he, his 8 crew and big tanker, never made the Azores. Apparently, the last word from the flight had been that routine report, a report which had placed them a few hundred miles off the east coast.

FLASH! the media broadcasted, fed by a sincere Coast Guard issued press statement, that a large oil slick was sighted 300 miles off Norfolk, Virginia, in the plane’s proposed route. The mystery could be breaking. . . .

But that was the only clue ever found. Although never proved it was from the plane, publicly the suspicions were obvious: the tanker and its qualified crew met a horrid and sudden death by crashing headlong into the sea.

However, the report-- finished months later-- confirmed no such thing. Tawney had been clearly overheard by a Navy transport hours after his last message. This placed him north of Bermuda, hundreds of miles past the spot of the oil slick. There is no evidence, therefore, that the plane and its crew ever met any known fate.

The contradiction was hardly the press’s fault. Nor was it totally the blame of the Coast Guard. As soon as scratchy information came in, it was directed to the by-standing media. But this had misleading effects, as the KB-50 case demonstrated.


With almost every case the same thing has happened. By the time concrete information is obtained, the story has lost its appeal, and no follow-ups ever find their way into the papers.

THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE IS AN UNDERWATER ALIEN BASE, THAT OUR GOVERNMENT PERMITS TO FUNCTION, THANKS TO EISENHOWER MEETING WITH ALIENS AFTER WW2. THEY EXCHANGE THEIR TECHNOLOGY WITH US GOVT. SECRETLY, WITH NO INTERFERANCE FROM PUBLIC, EXAMPLE: UFOS DO NOT EXIST!