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"The Cryptoterrestrial Hypothesis (CTH) put forward by the scientists at Harvard and Montana universities, posits that some Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena (UAP) may be attributed to advanced, hidden civilizations that have evolved on Earth, rather than extraterrestrial origins. This hypothesis suggests that these cryptoterrestrial beings have developed advanced technologies and have remained undetected by human societies, possibly residing in subterranean or remote locations, even passing as humans and walking among us."

Source: International Space Federation, Dr. Inés Urdaneta, International Space Federation, “Scientists at Harvard University Ask for Openness in the Research on the Origin of UAP Phenomena, 2024/06/27 at 4:11 PM.

https://spacefed.com/other/scientists-at-harvard-university-ask-for-openness-in-the-research-on-the-origin-of-uap-phenomena/

John Maynard began to share some stories of serving as a Gunnery Sergeant aboard a Swift Boat on the Cua Viet River in Vietnam. Ed was very interested. He had become very close to Gunnery Master Michael Smith and he knew a lot about the story of how he came to be in the service of the Atlanteans.

Ed inquired, “John. When did you serve on the Cua Viet River?”

John Maynard replied, “I was there for over a year. I served from June 1967 through to August 1968 when I was transferred out!”

Ed probed, “So, John. We’re you a hot shot Gunner on your Swift Boat?”

John smiled and responded, “I like to think I was really good at my job! So, in answer to your question, yes. I could be called a hot shot!”

Then Ed inquired, “Was there anyone else in your unit that could hold a candle to you at all?”

John’s face became very serious as he inquired, “Why are you asking me about that?”

Ed answered, “Well, as you know, we are looking for solid trainers and I thought maybe someone else who served with you might be worth recruiting!” 

“There was a handsome and fresh-faced young kid who was really good. In fact, really good doesn’t even begin to do him justice! I use to call him prodigy because there was nobody who could shoot as well as he did!”

Ed commented, “He sounds perfect! What’s his name and where can we find him?”

“His name was Michael Smith, but he’s not available!”

“Why not? What happened to him?”

“His boat was destroyed in a battle. His body was never recovered so he was declared MIA and presumed dead!”

Ed entreated John Maynard, “Please tell me more about this Michael Smith! He sounds like an interesting man!”

“I may have said too much already. The incident with his boat was classified at the time and remains so to this day!”

Ed equivocated commenting, “I’m not asking about the incident at all. I am interested in your impressions of the man!"

John Maynard was pensive. The discussion reminded him that he had an obligation to Michael’s family that he had yet to complete. He had always been filled with guilt over Michael’s Smith’s loss. Michael had had a premonition that something bad was going to happen and he had communicated it to John. He had told Michael that everything would be fine. When they ended up in the battle, John’s boat had lagged behind and hadn’t come to the support of Michael’s boat in time. He still felt guilty. 

Maynard commented, “Gunnery Sergeant Michael Smith was just 19 years-old when he went missing on the Cua Viet River in Vietnam. They made him a Gunnery Sergeant at this young an age because there was no one better in the United States Marine Corps at handling a machine gun, a rifle, or a hand gun than he was!

“He came from Kansas City, Missouri and he was the son of one of America’s greatest World War II heroes, a Congressional Medal of Honor winner named Herald Smith. He had the qualities in him to be one himself. I had no doubt of that. He was one of the most intelligent young men I had ever met. He was more knowledgeable than any of our Officers in strategy and tactics, despite the fact that most of them had graduated from the Naval Academy! He remained cool under fire and he was never trigger happy.

“Our river patrol assignments were a crap duty though. I used to tease Michael that serving as a Gunnery Sergeant on a Swift Boat probably wouldn’t put him in much of a position to become a hero like his father! Do you know what he told me in reply?”

Maynard laughed and mimicked Michael’s voice, “He said, ‘I’m not here to be anyone’s hero. I’m here to do my duty for my country. Whatever that turns out to be!’ I told him that he was an idealistic young snot and he was likely to get his ass shot off for nothing! I’m sad to say, I was right! Every man we lost in Vietnam died for nothing because we lost the war! And he was one of the best of us, which makes his loss even more tragic!”

Ed complained, “That’s your tribute to Michael Smith and all the other men you fought with? They died for nothing!”

John Maynard responded, “That’s America for you! They don’t like losers. We won every single battle that we fought in Vietnam, but the American people grew tired of a war with so little purpose, so the country quit! I never did though. I put in twenty-seven years as a United States Marine. I did my duty the best I could. In the end, it didn’t matter. All of us who were Vietnam Veterans are regarded in the same way. We are a bunch of sad sack losers!”

Special Agent in Charge John Steinman pleaded, “Mr. President, please wait for a few minutes until I can get a full surveillance report on the North lawn grounds and the outside of the White House to the North on Pennsylvania Avenue before you step outside.”

A determined Bill Clinton replied in his trademarked Arkansas drawl, “Nowww, John. This is just me randomly stretching my legs outside the Whitehouse. There is no planned address or pre-notification of what I am doing. You are acting like there are snipers posted all around the White House hoping to get a shot at me. Don’t you think that you are being a bit too paranoid?”

“It’s my job to be paranoid Mr. President. There are usually a lot of unscreened people near the Whitehouse during the middle of the day. Especially on the North face along Pennsylvania Avenue. Some of them are just hoping to get a look at you, Mr. President.”

Bill Clinton smiled, “That’s just what I am talking about. I would enjoy making the day of some of those hopeful people.”

Steinman answered, “I understand sir, but you don’t want to make the day of some would-be assassin too, do you?”

Clinton stated forcefully, “John, I have been cooped up in the West Wing all morning. I need to get some fresh air. I am going out on the lawn by the fountain right now."

Steinman called the team together, “We are going to accompany the President out on to the North lawn by the fountain in an unscheduled movement. Keep your eyes and ears open.”

Five men exited the West Wing where the President had been working and walked Northeast to the front of the Whitehouse towards the fountain on the North lawn. President Clinton was admiring the trees and the fountain. He looked out to see a number of people who were by the fence on Pennsylvania Avenue. Some of them seemed to recognize him and dozens of cameras were brought up to the eyes of tourists and a myriad of pictures were being taken.

Bill Clinton couldn’t stop himself from giving a sudden wave to the crowd. John Steinman was almost beside himself when the President did that. Clinton’s wave was like a signal to someone outside the fence and then to the shock and amazement of all, the signal was received and answered violently. A man named Francisco Martin Duran was waiting in the crowd of people on Pennsylvania Avenue. He was carrying a concealed Russian made SKS semi-automatic rifle. He proceeded to shoot at the group of five men. 

At the report of the first shots, both John Steinman and Michael Brown grabbed hold of the President and pulled him down to the ground near the fountain. Aaron Jones and Frank Monahan drew their weapons and rushed towards the shooter. As Duran continued firing, three nearby tourists took it upon themselves to leap upon him and knock him down. Despite their heroic actions, Duran had managed to unleash a barrage of 29 shots.

When the shots ceased, Michael checked the President who said he was okay, just a little shaken. A large number of Uniformed White House Police Officers and a full detail of Secret Service Agents were now on the scene. One of the uniformed officers was Joe Grierson. He observed how Michael had taken charge to see that President Clinton was quickly and safely escorted back inside the White House. Michael discovered that John Steinman had been badly wounded. He laid there on the North lawn of the Whitehouse near the fountain, blood bubbling from his body. Michael immediately began to aid him to stop his blood loss.

Michael turned to Grierson and calmly stated, “Joe, could you please see to getting an ambulance and some professional medical aid for John. He’s taken a couple of bullets!”

Joe nodded, but before he went off to get help, he commented, “Man, you both just saved the life of the President!”

Michael turned his attention to John Steinman. As Michael was trying to staunch the flow of blood, Steinman issued a command in a rasping voice saying, “Get the President to safety!”

Michael responded, “That’s been done, John. How are you doing?”

“I’m badly hurt. Did you get the shooter?”

“The shooting has stopped and I think we have the shooter in custody. It looks like you’ve been hit a couple of times, John. Just rest easy till professional medical help comes.” 

Steinman responded, “I need to know something. I have always felt there is something not quite right about you. I can’t go to my grave without knowing the truth. When are you from?”

Michael countered, “There is no time for this, John. You need to save your breath and your energy until help arrives. I’ve got to plug some of these holes so your lungs don’t collapse.”

Steinman would not listen, “I need to know the answer. Please grant a man his dying wish.”

Michael looked into Steinman’s eyes and replied, “I was born in 1970 in Kansas City, Missouri. You know that from my Secret Service personnel records.”

Steinman rasped back, “I don’t believe it. You have always seemed like a man out of time to me. Please tell me the truth.”

Michael looked at Steinman who was losing consciousness, “You are not making any sense. Besides, you are not going to die today, John. We will have time to discuss it later.”