By: Jack Serig, Sr.
I sensed I was flying over a missle launch site as I looked
straight down and saw a panorama that alerted me that I was over the Kennedy
Space Center at Cape Canaveral. I was likely at an altitude of 10,000
or more feet based on my own personal military flying experience.
I recall that my view of the launch site was especially
intriguing because I thought I shouldn’t be in this probably restricted airspace.
Looking down over the left side of whatever it was I was flying
I tensed, with much alarm, as I saw a missle being launched that I thought
would intercept my flight path. While the missle was still several
thousand feet below me I could see a rider on the fast-approaching vehicle.
The missle travelled at such an alarming speed toward me that it took
miliseconds to reach my altitude. As the missle passed by me with a
horrendous roar I could clearly see the grim reaper riding sidesaddle, the
eternal black cape and skeletal face framed by a black hood.
The missle and noise was so threatening that I screamed
loudly as I sat up in bed in a bolt. My scream awakened my wife.
“What’s wrong,?”, she asked. “I’m sorry!”, I replied. “Just a nightmare!
I had not been paying any particular attention to the goings-on at the Kennedy
Space Center. But SEVEN days later, on January 28, 1986, SEVEN astronauts
died shortly after Challanger Flight 51L lifted off its launch pad.
It was the only nightmare I ever experienced. None before---none since!