--- title: "Three Texts In Eight Hours. The Lieutenant Asked For The Second One Himself." dek: "We bought the punched teletype tape and a Texas broadcaster's wire books and timestamped every version that moved on 8 July 1947. The base switchboard's toll tickets show the calls went outward from Roswell, not inward from Washington." kind: investigation (Investigation) desk: Off-World author: Ambrose Teague and June Halloway (fictional) published: 2026-08-18T07:00:00Z url: https://theyburied.com/article/three-releases-eight-hours tags: Roswell, 1947, 509th Bomb Group, teletype, Eighth Air Force, press releases genre: satire status: fiction — nothing in this story happened; every person, source and document is invented --- # Three Texts In Eight Hours. The Lieutenant Asked For The Second One Himself. *We bought the punched teletype tape and a Texas broadcaster's wire books and timestamped every version that moved on 8 July 1947. The base switchboard's toll tickets show the calls went outward from Roswell, not inward from Washington.* At 14:26 Central Standard Time on 8 July 1947, a teletype in a Fort Worth newsroom punched out 121 words saying the 509th Bomb Group had come into possession of a disc. At 20:07 the same machine punched out 96 words saying it was weather equipment. At 23:07 it punched out a third text, four sentences long, which almost nobody has read. Eight hours and forty-one minutes. Three distinct texts. We have the tape. ## What we bought The estate of Halvard Prideaux-Ochs, news director at a Fort Worth AM station from 1943 to 1961, went to auction in March. Two lots mattered: eleven wire-copy books, and a shoebox of punched tape. Punched tape is not a transcript. It is the transmission — the physical thing the circuit produced — and it carries a routing header that a reprinted release does not: originating station, circuit, minute of file. We gave it to Corliss Nakamura-Beale, who reads headers for a living, without telling him there was an argument about any of it. ## Three texts, not two The famous pair is disc, then balloon. There is a third, and the headers separate all three. Text one files at 14:26 and originates at Roswell. No authenticating officer is named. Text two files at 20:07 and originates at Fort Worth. It is not written as a correction. It does not mention the earlier release, does not retract it, and does not acknowledge that anything preceded it. It is a fresh announcement about a weather device, typed by somebody else, in a different office, with different conventions for capitalising a unit. Text three files at 23:07, also from Fort Worth, cut to four sentences for the morning cycle. It is the only one of the three whose header carries an officer's name. > The second text is not a correction of the first. It is a different office typing a different thing. > > — Corliss Nakamura-Beale > **Figure:** Eight hours and forty-one minutes — see https://theyburied.com/article/three-releases-eight-hours ## The telephone The base switchboard's toll tickets for 8 July sat in a county deposit made in 1974. They are the telephone company's records, not the Army's, which is why they exist. Four calls between Roswell and Fort Worth that afternoon and evening: three minutes at 14:52, nineteen minutes at 16:11, six at 17:34, four at 22:40. All four were placed from Roswell. No call was placed from Fort Worth to Roswell that day. No long-distance call to any Washington number appears on the base trunk at all, on the eighth or the ninth. The story everyone tells requires an order to come down. The tickets say the traffic went up. ## The clause First Lieutenant Merritt Ackroyd-Salle was twenty-seven and had held the public information job for eleven weeks. He wrote and released text one without clearance from Eighth Air Force. The rewrite request is in the wire books too. Prideaux-Ochs's newsroom logged it at 16:38, in a clerk's hand, on the page facing the tape: a substitute release, to be issued over headquarters authority, asked for by the Roswell information officer. It is a newsroom's note of what it was told, eight minutes after the nineteen-minute call ended. It is not an order and nobody signed it. His efficiency report for the period rates him satisfactory in every column and disposes of the most examined afternoon of the century in one clause: *officer released information to press prior to clearance; corrected same date; no further action*. There is no reprimand in the file. No letter of admonishment. He was promoted on schedule. ## Forty years of the wrong question We found and listened to thirty-one recorded interviews with him, 1971 to 2009, thirty-nine hours in all. He is asked what he saw. He is asked who told him to retract. He is asked, eleven separate times, whether he was threatened. He is never once asked whether he had clearance to put out the first release. The man was interrogated for four decades about a cover-up without anybody testing whether he had been its subject rather than its author. ## What this desk takes from it The archive is real and the interval is real and the shape they make is smaller than the legend. A young officer put out a sensational announcement he was not authorised to put out, spent the afternoon on the telephone to headquarters trying to obtain permission after the fact, and got instead a substitute release issued over somebody else's authority. That is a career being repaired in eight hours, in public, by a man who thought he was about to be ruined and was not. It leaves the nineteen minutes. We know the call happened, from where, to which extension, and how long it lasted. We do not know a single word of it, and neither does anyone else, and his son's letter below is the closest anyone has come. ## Sources (invented) - The Prideaux-Ochs estate archive, Eleven wire-copy books and a shoebox of punched teletype tape, 1943–1961 — Bought at auction, $4,900, disclosed; scanned and published entire, including the pages that go against us (March 2026) - Chaves County records deposit, Base switchboard toll tickets, July 1947 — Located in a 1974 county deposit; copies at the statutory rate, $186 (January 2026) - Corliss Nakamura-Beale, Telegraph historian; reads teletype routing headers professionally — Given the tape without being told what we expected to find; read it over two days on his own machine (April 2026) - Efficiency report and separation record, First Lt. Merritt Ackroyd-Salle, Period 8 July – 31 October 1947 — Requested from the personnel records centre by his son, who gave us a copy and written permission to quote it (May 2026) - Thirty-one recorded interviews with Ackroyd-Salle, 1971–2009, Collectors' tapes, two broadcast archives, one university oral-history programme — Located, digitised and listened to in full; running time 39 hours (February–June 2026) ## What we could not confirm - What was on the ranch. This story is about texts and telephone calls. The tape records what was transmitted, not what was found, and nothing in the Prideaux-Ochs archive touches the material itself. - What was said in the nineteen minutes. The toll ticket gives the origin, the far-end extension and the duration. It does not give one word, and no note, log or memorandum of that call has been located by anybody, including us. - Whether a fourth text moved. The wire book has a page torn out at the gutter covering roughly 21:00 to 22:30. The stub carries three punch holes and no legible characters. We cannot say what was on it and we will not pretend the gap is not there. ## Right of reply **Denby Ackroyd-Salle, son of First Lt. Merritt Ackroyd-Salle** (Replied on 19 July 2026 by letter. Printed unedited, at his request, entire.): > You have my father's file because I gave it to you, and I am glad the paragraph is finally in print, and I am going to tell you what I think you have done with it. > > You have taken a man who spent sixty years being called a liar and made him a clerk. That is not an improvement. It is a different way of not listening to him. > > Understand what your own document says. It says he released information before clearance and that the matter was corrected the same date. It does not say what the information was. It does not say who told him to write it. My father did not walk into a press office on a Tuesday afternoon and invent an aircraft recovery for his own amusement. Somebody handed him something to put out. Your tape proves the hour it moved. It proves nothing at all about the hand that gave it to him, and you have written eight hundred words on the direction of four telephone calls without noticing that the interesting call is the one that did not go through a switchboard, because it was two men in a room on the same base. > > I will give you the thing you cannot check, and I will tell you plainly that you cannot check it. In 1987, in a car, in the parking lot of a hospital in Tucson, my father said one sentence to me about that afternoon that he never said to any of your thirty-one tapes. I am not going to print it in your newspaper. I have no corroboration for it, I would not believe it from a stranger, and I have watched what this subject does to families who offer a sentence with nothing behind it. You may draw from my refusal whatever you like, including that I am making it up. > > What I object to is the shape of your piece. You have found a procedural error and you have decided the procedural error is the whole of it, because that is the sort of finding your newspaper enjoys. The dull answer is not automatically the true one. It is just the one that leaves you looking careful. > > He was twenty-seven. He was, for one afternoon, the most consequential press officer in the history of his service, and for the rest of his life he was a man at a folding table at a hotel conference being asked the same four questions by people who had already written their books. You are right that nobody ever asked him whether he had clearance. I asked him. He said, and I quote him exactly, that clearance was not the problem that day and that the problem was that he had been right the first time. > > Print that with your qualifier on it. I have made my peace with being the only person who heard it. --- They Buried is a satirical newspaper. Every story, source, document and person in it is invented. 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