A recent investigation into the mysterious disappearance of  four radio operators serving in Iraq has led to the discovery of an unnerving diary entry written by one of the missing. Although further mystifying Specialist Lindell’s disappearance, it may shed some light on the current phenomenon being described by many soldiers who have heard and “seen” a strange being while operating the military’s powerful communications equipment. The phenomenon has been likened to the Foo fighter sightings experienced by WWII fighter pilots. This is the last journal entry written by Specialist Gregory Lindell on March 22nd, 2008:

I am having a harder time staying off the unused frequencies while on mission. The last time I heard the call from the ghost on the airwaves I understood him only as one can understand a non-sensical dream. His voice is the static, the glitches, and the squeals on my headset, the untranslated energy of his highly evolved language. He told me he was attracted to earth because he could hear the beginnings of his native language. Although crude, the electronic communications being used on earth are the first step towards total remote communication. He has no form, but when he first called my mind could see a torrent of violent white noise only comparable in the physical world as an isolated sandstorm. He lost all physical tangibility when he crossed into the airwaves. He warns me of the deafening squeal of madness that his homeland experienced after the crossover, but I am still attracted to the ease in which he can communicate with me. Their are no cumbersome translations or misunderstandings. I feel his energy and thoughts directly. The white noise has become so constant to me that it is now my silence. The silence I used to know sounds like the screaming of a starving beast somehow knowing it is the last of its kind. The words of my colleagues are sounding more and more like grunts from animals who are restricted to the language of instinct. Even as I write now I am reaching back to a sub-conscious recollection of hieroglyphs to record my thoughts in this archaic language one last time until I will be free from the shackles of interpretation and my language will be as accurate and concise as my thought.