The following is an excerpt of an actual UFO report from my book, USA: Eliminated! I integrated classic UFO reports into the book. You can find the book at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G7DZD7X
Socorro, New Mexico—1964
At 5:45 p.m., Police Sergeant Lonnie Zamora spotted a speeding car outside the small town of Socorro, New Mexico. Desert, sand, and cactus were the only things around. That— and the speeder. Zamora turned on his siren and hit the gas, his eyes fixed on the speeding car.
To the northeast, he heard what sounded like explosions. A funnel of blue-and-orange flame rose so high it could be seen in the sandy, hilly desert for miles.
God, it must be the dynamite shack exploding. He gave up the chase, and turned his car in the direction of the flame and explosions.
He then steered a hard right onto a dirt road, wheels spinning rock behind them as he tried to climb a steep hill. It took him three tries before he made it to the top of the damn hill. He stopped for a moment to get his bearings and saw what looked like an overturned white car over a hundred yards away. It was off the road with two people standing nearby.
The object shined like whitish aluminum, not like chrome, against the mesa background. For some reason, it somehow looked out of place to Zamora. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
The people appeared to be alright by the way they moved. They wore what seemed to be white coveralls. The only unusual thing about them was, by their size, they were either small adults or large kids. He couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed they appeared to jump in surprise when they looked his way.
Sergeant Zamora drove along the road to get closer. He lost sight of it for several seconds driving around a large hill. After getting close enough, Zamora pulled over and stopped his car. He radioed in, reporting he would be leaving his car to render aid. “It looks like some kids were joy-riding and flipped their car.”
As he stepped away from his vehicle, he heard a thunderous roar. The two people had disappeared. He was shocked. It wasn’t an overturned car. It was an oval-shaped object. Rising into the air. Light blue and orange flame centered underneath as it rose. Around the fire, he saw what looked like four landing gears retracting into the object.
Fearing the craft was about to explode because of the roar, he ran to the other side of the road and dove for cover. He looked up and saw the object low to the ground, slowly moving away from him.
It was oval. Smooth, with no windows or doors. Centered on the side was unrecognizable red lettering. It didn’t look like any Earth language he was familiar with.
It sped up, rising into the evening sky. It immediately took off across the country and was soon out of sight.