Walt Gelles
My family was murdered by a drone missile attack in our Ohio town. I write this from my hospital bed, my legs amputated, my body failing. I want other people to know what happened to us.
We lived in a nice, well-kept suburb. You wouldn’t expect to see a drone–an unmanned flying death-machine–hovering stationary over our backyard. But that’s what we saw, day and night, and it sometimes made a buzzing noise, which I guess is why they’re called drones. It was creepy.
I’m John. My wife Carmelita did some Google research and discovered that the evil aerial object was both a surveillance drone and a weaponized drone, meaning it could both spy on us and then, anytime it wanted to, fire a missile to kill us.
I lost my wife and our teenage son and daughter when the U.S. government decided we needed to be taken out. But let me back up for a minute.
My wife had been reading up on the September 11, 2001, attacks on New York’s World Trade Center and the Pentagon. She’d discovered fairly quickly that this mass murder was not carried out by Muslim terrorists, as the official story goes, but was in fact a false-flag operation orchestrated and executed by the U.S. government. Its purpose was to create a pretext to invade Iraq and Afghanistan, to win public support for the so-called “war on terror,” and to install a surveillance state at home. Carmelita even wrote several articles about her findings and was interviewed on a local TV station.