Operation BF (Booger Field)

The Humble Beginnings

The following events are part of an interview I had the pleasure of doing before this specific person past away. My name is Blake Felix and these are the stories that were told to me during my interview with him. This man was a very down to earth type guy and has seen things in his line of work that haunted him to the day he died. This man was a CIA agent from 1968 up till just recently in 2019. He was a memeber of a top secret government agency that was sworn to protect the country from strange creatures that our minds simply cant comprehend. His name is Gage Darkman. This is my interview with the man behind Operation BF.

I'm over 80 years of age and on my last leg of life. Reason for me sharing these series of stories that I've kept a secret from the world about a secret government agency that I was part of from 1968 to 2019 and nearly lost my life on the last job I was part of. Hence the reason why I was released after over 50 years working for them. They have taken care of me since then. Paying for my hospital visits and pharmaceutical drugs that I need to help me be able to do things such as this interview I'm doing right now.

I got drafted by the military when I was 18 years old and just got out of high school. It would've been 1960 at the time. I was drafted because at the time the air force were running out of troops during the Vietnam War at the time and needed more help. I was based at the Burns Air Force Base in Burns, Oregon and put behind an A-4 Skyhawk. These planes were fast but in the air force they started you here and worked you up the ranks from there. These planes could reach up to seven hundred miles per hour and were very dangerous to try to figure out right away. You had to undergo some serious training before you got to this position though. You had to not only do the workouts that the military men did but you also had to train on how to pilot one of these things. It didn't make it any easier knowing you had to be on time to each training session otherwise you were running for a bit. So you can imagine that everyone tried to be on time with their schedule. I've done both sets of training, just in case they needed me on the ground. This base was also really strict on their policies, but orders were carried out none the less.

I remember at the time that soldiers kept talking about things they have seen in the woods of Vietnam that scared them so bad that they left their units in the middle of the night just so they didn't have to be there anymore only to be taken back to their camp by others that would find them the next day. I never believed in the paranormal at that time period and up to that point I hadn't been discharged either for war. I did however get a lot of training time in that A-4 Skyhawk though.

They waited till they thought I was ready before I got discharged to Vietnam. Once there flying around looking for other planes, I went right to work taking down 3 of those Douglas A-1 Skyraiders. Those things were awfully hard to take down as they were very nimble and could get away easy. You can imagine what the generals thought when I shot 3 down within a span of 30 minutes. These men who were part of the Air force for at least 15 years at the time had never seen anyone take those planes down in such a quick fashion. They were immediately impresses with my natural ability to be an air force pilot and I was promoted to full time pilot for the air force. I was part of team named big team, an air force intelligence team in charge of shooting down the boagies that came in from the air, obviously. Our team did the best they could with what we had. Out of the eighty two people that went into battle only fifty nine of us survived the war. When we got back to the mainland I was appointed to general of my team. The main general had went down in battle, and they needed someone to replace him and figured I was the right man for the job. Being how good I did against the Vietnamese boagies and how my strategy played out. They were loving how I was doing so far and said that I was for sure going to move up the ranks from the start. I never thought I was that good, but they assured me that I was one of the best pilots they had ever seen when I was in combat. That was short lived as I was put in the 45th regiment overseas in Vietnam. I was a trained hunter and knew how to handle weapons. Plus I knew how to be stealth making my group a very dangerous group indeed. I trained them on how to be stealth because at the time the regiment came under loads of fire because they were loud and easy to find. Two, they weren't organized at all, they had yet to win a battle and would often get lost in the woods, so I taught them how to tell where they were going.

They seemed to get the drift and within a couple weeks we were headed into combat. With our first battle we won and ran the Vietnamese out of the area and kept hiking. We would win a few more battles before we finally lost a battle. The battle we lost was at Ea So Nature Reserve. The final blow of the war was when the Vietnamese attack our main tank that we normally brought in before the soldiers. This was to make the enemy feel helpless and like they couldn't hide from us. They took that tank out in record time though and during the fight we lost of fifty percent of our men causing us to retreat. I would get injured in the battle after a bullet would go right through my ankle and I would suffer from massive blood loss.

I was taken back to the mainland afterwards due to my injuries. I would get placed in the medical center once back at base. It was now the year 1967 when we got back to base. The Paterson Gimlin footage had just been released at the time and many members on our unit told me that the creature in the film is what they had seen while over in Nam. I, of course like many others at the time, laughed at them and criticized these men for saying what they did. Bigfoot, what a bunch of hogwash is all I thought when they told me. Little did I know that the very next time I was deployed, I would have my own encounter.