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I first heard of Area 51 in the early 90s. My ex-wife was an Army helicopter pilot and deploying across the country with her unit to the National Training Center in South California. She mentioned how they had to divert around the airspace west of Nellis AFB and that it was highly classified. That piqued my interest as a fledgling novelist. I always ‘what-if’ things. Part of that comes from my background in Special Operations where we did a lot of what-iffing for our missions.
I began researching and came across the term Area 51. The more I dug, the more I realized all the alien/UFO stuff went back to one man, Bob Lazar, who claimed they were reverse-engineering a spaceship they’d found. They, of course, being those guys, You know the ones in the black helicopters. I found that story interesting until I realized one day as we were flying about in the newly formed Task Force 160 (Nightstalkers) that I was one of the guys in the black helicopters. So.
I started thinking about Area 51. Most thought the government had brought alien craft, and even aliens themselves to the place because it was so remote. Which is true. The remote part. You just don’t go by Area 51 on your way to anywhere. It’s part of the Nellis Air Force Base Range. To the west is the Nevada test site where hundreds of nukes have been tested. Not a place to wander through.
