Combat Diary Number 3


With full acknowledgement to "Virtually Strange Networks" http://www.virtuallystrange.net


In which Panzerben discusses the show-trials by Ufological Maoists of Mr Kauffman (a friend of Mr Corso) and Mr Corso himself.Mr Ed Gehrman gives his opinion

From: Colin Bennett <sharkley@panzerben.fsworld.co.uk>
Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2003 22:50:36 -0000
Fwd Date: Thu, 09 Jan 2003 18:37:03 -0500
Subject: Re: Corso - Bennett

From: Jan Aldrich <project1947@earthlink.net>
To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <ufoupdates@virtuallystrange.net>
Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2003 12:14:53 -0500
Subject: Re: Corso

Hello all List Savants,
Corso supports Kaufmann. Kaufmann has been shown to be a fraud.
What does that say about Corso?
As is usual with the style and approach of Jan Aldrich, his analysis of Corso and his book is brutalistic Ufological Maoism.
It is contemptuous, dismissive and as an approach to a book and a man is terribly old-fashioned.
The interrogatory technique is familiar: go to Frank Kauffman and the like and squeeze their nuts until they confess to a mistake, a misrepresentation, a misunderstanding, yes even a lie. Then take this raft of deviancy and equate it to the "reality" (a favorite word of the List, almost as if "reality" were gainsaid, neat as a ham sandwich and just as easy to reach for) of the man, life and his views. After reading from Shakespeare to Sontag through Milton and via Chaucer, are we to accept this as the measure of a human being? Do our weakest links define us? There is blatant hypocrisy here.
Who is going to cast the first stone? The so-called investigators, who measure inaccuracies by inaccuracies? Has Jan as man, boy, or sourpuss sage kept such a choir-boy pristine nature through his many life transformations such that he has never adjusted the frame a little to show himself in the best
possible light? Of course he has not. He is a disgusting human like the rest of us, and he no doubt cuts corners occasionally as Nature does, and as do all of us. Institutions, culture and society are defined by massive fantasies, and a man starts a cyclical fantasy every time he thinks about buying a new car, or puts a comb through his hair. Jan Aldrich, like all of us, adjusts the frame somewhere along the line. The ability to adjust the frame is the only thing that keeps us alive. Where would we be without our vanity, our ego and demented dreams? Jan Aldrich, despite his protests to the contrary, is a mess, like the rest us, like Corso, and he bleeds as many confusions and misrepresentations as anyone else. The best we can do as mortals is try and maintain the quest for identity as time bears down upon us.
Would he like being investigated to such a degree as Kauffman and Corso have been investigated and put under the microscope? No, he would not. Because to be sure, we would find some claims difficult to prove, you can be sure of that. I myself have had quite a few changes of direction in my life. I made choices, mainly out of boredom and the desire to see what was round the next bend in the river. For most of these things I can provide the appropriate require reality-passport. I have certificates, photographs, letters, indeed public records of family, school, university, but there is one mad phase of 18 months that I would find difficult to prove as Dick Hall's sharpshooter badge. I was a mercenary soldier during that time (in the early 1960s) but I would find this very difficult to prove because the whole affair was of such a murky nature in every (I say no more) respect that records of who, where, when, or whatever were not kept for many fairly obvious reasons. In any case, let's just say that I pulled triggers in foreign countries and some memories might be a lot longer than one would ever think. It was all gross stupidity, but it was silly youth. I have one battered photograph of myself peeping out of the turret of a battered Daimler armoured car. I look back over the years at this photograph and sometimes I don't believe I had this experience myself.
On lost afternoons gazing at this picture, often I ask was this ever real? Who was I then? Our experience is forever an holistic, fluid, mental dimension, which like the heroes of Sartre, Conrad, Melville and Doestevski, forever refuses to define itself. All those years ago I sat in a turret waiting to be attacked. Nearly forty years later I sit in London waiting to be attacked. What is time? What is personality?
Thus you cannot define a human being in terms of "solid" fact versus "vaporous" fiction. Do we not learn anything from Literature, Art, or History? These things teach us surely that this crude concept called reality is forever a set of changing approximations, and there are all kinds of shades of ever- changing shades of gray in between the two theoretical polarities. In my study of Adamski, Looking for Orthon, I demonstrated that both the measure of the day and the man never fits completely. Forty years later, we still cannot fit the Oswald time scheme together, as I discussed in Politics of the Imagination. As quantum theory indicates, Nature does not like being observed too closely.
I will say that Corso always comes back again and again each time as I mentioned before set back to zero again just like some video game. This thing runs in cycles over and over again the evidence that Corso is a liar comes out, everything goes away for some months, then we are told that there is no such evidence and everything starts up again from zero as if nothing was ever posted on this before.
I sympathise with Jan Aldrich because he is desperately trying to close a famous case. But his bad-tempered growling shows frustration at not being able to do so. The great Holmes himself could have told him that a case is never closed, if only because Nature doesn't work with watertight compartments. This what we call reality won't ever behave itself, lie down and die. The Trickster will escape to create new seasons of games, such as MJ12, or Y2K. Such is the structure of time. The Trickster has to escape. Of course Jan would like this "reality" to be a closed circuit, and the Trickster either dead, passive or supine, ready to be carved up into academic consumer- blocks and deep frozen forever.
But reality does not consist of facts, documents and investigations, because "reality" is a dialogue with a live animal. Jan's problem is that reality can answer back, won't behave itself, and on many occasions its behavior is quite impossible, if not reprehensible. He hates Corso because Corso dead or alive wiggles his nose at all of us behind our backs.
The truth about Corso is measured by our comic outrage. Like Adamski, even in death he will not behave like a corpse. We see the same struggle for factual reality within the Aldrich/Friedman dialogues as with the Aldrich/Gehrman dialogues and also the Randle/Friedman dialogues. They want certainty, but they do not appear to be aware of or have read the existential literature of the past 200 years, which is about the same quest.
Lamb, De Quncey, Coleridge, were all asking the same questions about testing experience to a degree of accuracy when it doesn't consists of monads of accuracy in the first place. I am going to post a long and detailed separate postmodern treatment of these dialogues. They are very important texts of our time. It will oppose those argue and illustrate as if see experience and history were legal cases to be "solved" in the Agatha Christy sense.
All parties involved in these dialogues seem to be possessed of the old deterministic assumptions that the deeper you go in an investigation, then the more accurate the conclusion becomes. That is a nice thing to tell sixth form science students, but scientific time has moved on. Stan should know of all people that Nature does not deal in accuracies. It deals in averages, probabilities, and uncertainty. At a certain level of decimal points as it were, all probing scalpel blades will be blunted by mounting disorder, the situation becoming so unstable at the accuracy level tried for that a single moment of whimsical absent-mindedness in office procedure can become the butterfly's wing that changes the weather over central America. This is Chaos theory, but I don't hear of such things in this list because of the inward-looking monastic scholasticism that is present. Arguments, Ufological or otherwise, cannot be continued in such isolation. They must be seen against a developing context of history and culture Since this List on many occasions appears to be rather anti- intellectual, and somewhat old-fashioned, I know that all I am going to get in response here is either a contemptuous silence, or a stream of abuse. What I am trying to do is open out the Ufological discussion, lift it up from its terribly depressing case-history monastic scholasticism and see itself in cultural context.
But back to Jan. He should be very careful. This marvelously grumpy and grim-faced holier-than-thou act sets him up for beautiful satire. Like the characters in the outside world, Ufology should prepare itself for satire, that is if it big enough and strong enough. The gurus won't like being satirized of course, if only because shielded from the glare of publicity they grow like untroubled wild flowers in the shade, and they take themselves far too seriously. This why the much tougher outer world regards the insular pen-toed preciousness of Ufology as the funniest thing since the Alabama Hayseeds. The main older cultures got used to being satirically wasted long ago, and they live with it. Look at your self in the mirror and laugh Jan, you are big enough to do that. The Brentford Polonius recently did a beautiful job satirizing yours truly, and I had to take it like a man, and I hope you are big enough to do that and don't shrink back into your hole in the river bank snarling and snapping like an old gopher with a bad leg.
Now, as Ed Gehrman suggests, we have an electro-mechanical means of assessing truth? This is putting a lot of faith into the polygraph and Voice Stress Analyser, both of which (as Bruce Maccabee will confirm) fundamentally a digitized and souped-up versions (in a smart case) of 1880s high-impedance voltmeters.
Why not throw in the Brighton ferry as a bargain? It would be just as useful as regards the argued as the assumption that the electrical measure of skin resistance or voice stress varies directly as our emotional state. Bringing robots into semi- metaphysical issues is of course provides a rich and rare comedy for Fortean connoisseurs. It is an action straight out of Illuminatus or The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Perhaps we should have measured Kaufman's blood-sugar, or Corso's faeces? If you don't mind me saying so folks, this is hilarious, somewhat behaviourist, and not a little fascist if it were not so funny. Often in this List is the recommendation that a Ufological institution be formed to carry out peer-reviews of experiences, sightings, books and claims. Should deviants be dealt like prisoners and patients? Has not Jan read any book about such official psycho-medical attitudes over the past fifty years? As Thomas Szaz pointed out, we tend to make social and intellectual non-conformists into sick people, witness Tim Leary, and cloudbuster Reich. Corso and Kauffman bless them were both heading for that treatment before they died, mishandled by pot-brained input=output Pavlovian rationalists. Perhaps we should apply Skinner Boxes, ECT, pre-frontal lobotomy to abductees and men who claim to have met Venusians until we get the answers we like, that is answers we can manage most easily, and live with most comfortably. Big Brother sign: ONLY THE HEALTHY ARE REAL. Finally, what we test is our own deep-rooted fear that a truly fantastic reality may well be in place, and an even more fantastic reality in place on top of that. When we imagine, we create a form of life.
Jan, I will give both yourself and Ed Gehrman an escape route, though I don't expect any thanks for it. Postmodern thinking has provided a means by which books such as that by Corso can be evaluated without getting bogged down in whether the author told fibs or not. We can regard The Day After Roswell not as a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing, but as a modern mythological text. Mythology is a word hated by Dick Hall, but what is mythology? Usually used in the common sense as meaning a lie, mythology is not a lie but the purest DNA of culture and time. A mythological text in this sense is a text that will open like a book to reveal deep structure. In the postmodern sense, anything and everthing is a "text" that can beread in this way.

The MJ12 operations manual, the Ramey memo, and even a manual of electronic circuitry is a "text". Postmodernism sees the world we physically experience as not different to the world we see on the stage. It is a theatre with actors playing parts, rather like Shakespeare's idea of "all the world is a stage".
With this in mind, we can see readily that as a book, The Day after Roswell will become like Leslie and Adamski's Flying Saucers Have landed, a text rich in military anthropology and techno-lore. Just like Sprenger's Malleus Maleficarum, or De Sade's Justine, you don't have to believe this evil and immoral
nonsense contained therein to see such books as tapestries that portray how heavens and hells weave through the body and soul, mind and society. Like these books and others like them, in time it will be Corso's book as image that will remain and be judged.
As image, the book is totally successful. It is exciting, challenging, deeply mysterious, and as a bonus it annoys Jan Aldrich to death. As art form, it will remain forever as maps of industrial phrenology, cyto-skeletons of national intrigue. Just like Ruppelt's The Report on Unidentified Flying Objects, the warp and woof of Corso's book will be interpreted as a part of a Bayeaux Tapestry of the of the Military Industrial Complex, quite independent of the extra-textual character of the author. Against such a background, the faulty ego-projections of Corso, Adamski et al say, will be lost compared to the cultural maps his troubled personal gave birth to. His book will become not a thing to be measured so much as a thing to be experienced.
Such texts will serve to re-mythologise the world, to cast out old Ordnance Survey and re-enchant the landscape with as many hobbit forms as appear in the books of Bowen and Huyghe and in the garuda forms revealed recently on this List. To reveal such things is the major quest of Ufology. Ufological writers and researchers are helping with many others to open up the world picture again after countless years of being locked in ice. This is the definition, function, and active mission of Ufology. Such texts will, whether we like it or not, serve as the entrance to the mysterium of the late twentieth century, just as both Y2K and MJ12 leads us into the mysterium of the twenty-first. Anything that can be unwound, decoded, or as we say now "deconstructed" to show how the human mind works can be regarded as a mythological text in that it is a journey, an adventure in thought through a mass of cultural complexity, any element of which can be right or wrong in the factual sense. Technology is a language with a grammar, dictionaries, and encyclopedias. For example, a one-transistor circuit containing a resistor a capacitor, and a coil, will, when historically deconstructed, give the whole entire history of electrical development from the time of Michael Faraday.
Seeing these books as myth means that they are examined as cultural fabric, just as old stonework, or a oil painting is examined and assessed.
To take an extreme example, Mein Kampf can be examined in this way as a symbolic and mythological text and thus any qualitative or moral issues about whether Hitler told fibs or not is avoided.
The understandable moral revulsion one feels towards such a book and its hateful philosophy has to be detached from its mythological significance. Frankly, it would be almost impossible to understand the 20th century condition without reading Hitler's book and seeing the theorizing behind it at first hand, evil as that theorizing might be. The same could be said of Spengler's Decline of the West, which all Ufologists should read very carefully.
Whether we like it or not, The Day After Roswell is a very important book, it is a novum organum, and I shall be posting a more detailed analysis shortly, if only to try and rescue something of Corso's damaged reputation.
Colin Bennett

To which Mr. Richard Hall replied:
Colin,
You are so wrong in this that it's pitiful, but our eyes cross and our minds boggle with your typical long-winded flatulence.
How much more evidence is required to establish that Corso is a total liar and fraud?
Jan may not be elegant in his expression, but he knows what the hell he is talking about, and so do a lot of us who have been at this for a long time.
- Dick

To which Mr Ed, Gehrman replied:
From: Ed Gehrman <egehrman@psln.com>
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 09:52:13 -0800
Fwd Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 16:06:04 -0500
Subject: Re: Corso - Gehrman


From: Colin Bennett <sharkley@panzerben.fsworld.co.uk>
To: <ufoupdates@virtuallystrange.net>
Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2003 22:50:36 -0000
Subject: Re: Corso

From: Jan Aldrich <project1947@earthlink.net>
To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <ufoupdates@virtuallystrange.net>
Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2003 12:14:53 -0500
Subject: Re: Corso


Thus you cannot define a human being in terms of "solid" fact versus "vaporous" fiction. Do we not learn anything from Literature, Art, or History? These things teach us surely that this crude concept called reality is forever a set of changing approximations, and there are all kinds of shades of ever- changing shades of gray in between the two theoretical polarities. In my study of Adamski, Looking for Orthon, I demonstrated that both the measure of the day and the man never fits completely. Forty years later, we still cannot fit the Oswald time scheme together, as I discussed in Politics of the Imagination. As quantum theory indicates, Nature does not like being observed too closely.Excellent point!
I will say that Corso always comes back again and again each time as I mentioned before set back to zero again just like some video game. This thing runs in cycles over and over again the evidence that Corso is a liar comes out, everything goes away for some months, then we are told that there is no such evidence and everything starts up again from zero as if nothing was ever posted on this before.

I sympathise with Jan Aldrich because he is desperately trying to close a famous case. But his bad-tempered growling shows frustration at not being able to do so. The great Holmes himself could have told him that a case is never closed, if only because Nature doesn't work with watertight compartments. This what we call reality won't ever behave itself, lie down and die. The Trickster will escape to create new seasons of games, such as MJ12, or Y2K. Such is the structure of time. The Trickster has to escape. Of course Jan would like this "reality" to be a closed circuit, and the Trickster either dead, passive or supine, ready to be carved up into academic consumer- blocks and deep frozen forever.
But reality does not consist of facts, documents and investigations, because "reality" is a dialogue with a live
animal. Jan's problem is that reality can answer back, won't behave itself, and on many occasions its behavior is quite impossible, if not reprehensible. He hates Corso because Corso dead or alive wiggles his nose at all of us behind our backs. The truth about Corso is measured by our comic outrage. Like Adamski, even in death he will not behave like a corpse. We see the same struggle for factual reality within the Aldrich/Friedman dialogues as with the Aldrich/Gehrman dialogues and also the Randle/Friedman dialogues. They want certainty, but they do not appear to be aware of or have read the existential literature of the past 200 years, which is about the same quest.
Uncertainty is acceptable. The Day After Roswell and the myth it generates needs some serious discussion and contemplation.
That's impossible on this list where a majority of well known and respected UFO researchers imply that Corso was a liar and the book is nothing but a compilation of historical inaccuracies, lies and more lies. How many folks have put off buying a copy because they think that somehow the questions have all been answered and the issues all resolved. Its a crock!
Lamb, De Quncey, Coleridge, were all asking the same questions about testing experience to a degree of accuracy when it doesn't consists of monads of accuracy in the first place. I am going to post a long and detailed separate postmodern treatment of these dialogues. They are very important texts of our time. It will oppose those argue and illustrate as if see experience and history were legal cases to be "solved" in the Agatha Christy sense. I can't wait
All parties involved in these dialogues seem to be possessed of the old deterministic assumptions that the deeper you go in an investigation, then the more accurate the conclusion becomes.
That is a nice thing to tell sixth form science students, but scientific time has moved on. Stan should know of all people that Nature does not deal in accuracies. It deals in averages, probabilities, and uncertainty. At a certain level of decimal points as it were, all probing scalpel blades will be blunted by mounting disorder, the situation becoming so unstable at the accuracy level tried for that a single moment of whimsical absent-mindedness in office procedure can become the butterfly's wing that changes the weather over central America. This is Chaos theory, but I don't hear of such things in this list because of the inward-looking monastic scholasticism that is present. Arguments, Ufological or otherwise, cannot be continued in such isolation. They must be seen against a developing context of history and culture Well written and I agree since this List on many occasions appears to be rather anti- intellectual, and somewhat old-fashioned, I know that all I am going to get in response here is either a contemptuous silence, or a stream of abuse. What I am trying to do is open out the Ufological discussion, lift it up from its terribly depressing case-history monastic scholasticism and see itself in cultural context.
Hip, hip hooray!
But back to Jan. He should be very careful. This marvelously grumpy and grim-faced holier-than-thou act sets him up for beautiful satire. Like the characters in the outside world, Ufology should prepare itself for satire, that is if it big enough and strong enough. The gurus won't like being satirized of course, if only because shielded from the glare of publicity they grow like untroubled wild flowers in the shade, and they take themselves far too seriously. This why the much tougher outer world regards the insular pen-toed preciousness of Ufology as the funniest thing since the Alabama Hayseeds.
The main older cultures got used to being satirically wasted long ago, and they live with it. Look at your self in the mirror and laugh Jan, you are big enough to do that. The Brentford Polonius recently did a beautiful job satirizing yours truly, and I had to take it like a man, and I hope you are big enough to do that and don't shrink
back into your hole in the river bank snarling and snapping like an old gopher with a bad leg.
Now, as Ed Gehrman suggests, we have an electro-mechanical means of assessing truth? This is putting a lot of faith into the polygraph and Voice Stress Analyser, both of which (as Bruce Maccabee will confirm) fundamentally a digitized and souped-up versions (in a smart case) of 1880s high-impedance voltmeters.  Why not throw in the Brighton ferry as a bargain? It would be just as useful as regards the argued as the assumption that the electrical measure of skin resistance or voice stress varies directly as our emotional state. Bringing robots into semi- metaphysical issues is of course provides a rich and rare comedy for Fortean connoisseurs. It is an action straight out of Illuminatus or The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

If person's work and information is dismissed because he is accused of being a liar, the metaphysical issues can be put on the back burner and practical means can be used to provide credibility. A polygraph or VSA can be used to establish a person's veracity. When a person tells a fantastic story to an investigator and the truthfulness of the story is important to the investigation, then I see nothing wrong with asking for a polygraph or VSA. A friend of mine was accused of being a government agent and bomber; he thought it would blow over but it really began to interfere with his work. He took a polygraph and cleared his name.
Perhaps we should have measured Kaufman's blood-sugar, or Corso's faeces? Corso isn't around to defend himself and his story is important so if B-FA could work, I'm all for it. If you don't mind me saying so folks, this is hilarious, somewhat behaviourist, and not a little fascist if it were not so funny.
Often in this List is the recommendation that a Ufological institution be formed to carry out peer-reviews of
experiences, sightings, books and claims. Should deviants be dealt like prisoners and patients? Has not Jan read any book about such official psycho-medical attitudes over the past fifty years? As Thomas Szaz pointed out, we tend to make social and intellectual non-conformists into sick people, witness Tim Leary, and cloudbuster Reich.
Now you've really gone and done it! How could you? You mentioned Reich and Richard Hall in the same post. That's not allowed. Reich is a liar too. And a very bad person, by Richard's reckoning.

Corso and Kauffman bless them were both heading for that treatment before they died, mishandled by
pot-brained input=output Pavlovian rationalists. Perhaps we should apply Skinner Boxes, ECT, pre-frontal lobotomy to abductees and men who claim to have met Venusians until we get the answers we like, that is answers we can manage most easily, and live with most comfortably. Big Brother sign: ONLY THE HEALTHY ARE REAL. Finally, what we test is our own deep-rooted fear that a truly fantastic reality may well be in place, and an even more fantastic reality in place on top of that. When we imagine, we create a form of life.
Yes I understand what you're saying. We'll just have to continue this discussion Jan, I will give both yourself and Ed Gehrman an escape route, though I don't expect any thanks for it.
Colin,

Thank you and post modernism. I knew there must be some way out of here!
Postmodern thinking has provided a means by which books such as that by Corso can be  evaluated without getting bogged down in whether the author told fibs or not. We can regard The Day After Roswell not as a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing, but as a modern mythological text. Mythology is a word hated by Dick Hall, but what is mythology? Usually used in the common sense as meaning a lie, mythology is not a lie but the purest DNA of culture and time. A mythological text in this sense is a text that will open like a book to reveal deep structure. In the postmodern sense, anything and everthing is a "text" that can be read in this way.

The above is well written and thoughtful; Col Corso's reputation needs all the help it can get even if it's "only
a lantern on the stern".
Ed
To which Mr John Auchettl replied:
From: John W. Auchettl <Praufo@aol.com>
Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 03:55:34 EST
Fwd Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 11:41:34 -0500
Subject: Re: Corso - Auchettl


From: Ed Gehrman <egehrman@psln.com>
To: ufoupdates@virtuallystrange.net
Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2003 13:48:43 -0800
Subject: Re: Corso - Gehrman

But its a crying shame to dismiss Corso's fascinating memories as fraudulent, and nothing but lies.
Hi Ed, EBK & List,
The problem with Dick and Jan is that they can not conceive a life that runs parallel to their beliefs. The Corso anomaly popped into their quantum world, without their approval and worst of all, who was this Colonel and what did he know about Ufology.
Corsos parallel universe is just as foreign and terrifying to Dick and Jan's reality as "Marilyn Manson", "D12", "Limp Bizkit", "xzibit", "Obie Trice" parallel existence. Can you see them in a MOSH PIT?
Something must be wrong in reality? So let's pick the scab.
Let's make them conform or better still wipe the scab away. If we bully them they may change into a modern Deano, Sinatra or even Bing.
Outside their reality, all is foreign and unfortunately to them any comment or explanation is categorised as low level "psycho babble".
It's because they are scared to admit that Corso may be real. He is like a blemish on a family photo, they need to remove him so the photo looks right, cleaned up.
But the great thing about this Ed, no matter how hard the pious wriggle, Corso won't go away. If there is any justice in the world then I hope he irritates a few more.
The pious don't want you to discuss Corso. Why, they don't understand him, they don't want him to exist, the harder they try to erase his memory the more Corso shadows their wonderland world. Corso is hear to stay, for good or bad (I say good), and thank God, if nothing else Corsos tilt on what the 50s/60s was like is far more accurate and more interesting than some pretenders remembrance of the 1950s and 1960s were.
The most interesting aspect to the pious logic (holy than though bully) is the wonderful thought that some day soon, some young citizen will have a wonderful time blasting the net with his views, digging up the dirt, looking for the sins of the Holy and best of all having a little look through the army records, very much like the great Frank Kauffman forced confessions. And I will venture to say the righteous are not be too high above
Corso in fact even more colourful. The beauty of this vision is that the current sentence issued to Corso with be smeared on these pious pillars of ufology and they will, on death, need the support of people like you Ed, just to be heard over the next generation of holy than though bullies. But by the grace of God go I. Then comes the big gripe, the reality - 'Corso wrote a book'! That's right and he never asked their approval, or for that 
To add to the "How Dare He" list, Corso got on the NY Times best seller list. And even today the book is merrily selling at a very high rate [1] and Dick's fine book, well... [1].
I think Corso is a interesting man, yes semi-red-neck, yet a brave man with wonderful credentials, with somthing to tell us all. He has an Army record most would love to have on file in the National Archives.
I believe, like Colin Bennett said in one of his original and very thoughtful and interesting works on this list [2], like American novelist Toni Morrison, (with my changes) Ed, 'you listen and let the trail talk to you'. Others may like to take the time to listen and follow your trail.
Regards to you,
John