"In a written account, Torres described how he scrambled
his F-86 D Sabre jet in calm weather from the Royal Air Force base at Manston,
Kent in May 1957.
'I was only a lieutenant and very much aware of the
gravity of the situation. I felt very much like a one-legged man in an
ass-kicking contest,' he said.
'The order came to fire a salvo of rockets at the UFO. The
authentication was valid and I selected 24 rockets.
'I had a lock-on that had the proportions of a flying
aircraft carrier,' he added. 'The larger the airplane, the easier the lock-on.
This blip almost locked itself.'
At the last moment, the object disappeared
from the radar screen and the high-speed chase was called off.
He returned to base and was debriefed the next day by an
unnamed man who 'looked like a well-dressed IBM salesman.'
'He threatened me with a national security breach if I
breathed a word about it to anyone,' he said."
I wonder if he wore an eyepatch and smoked a cigar...