I was walking along Stratford St. in late 1967 when it began to get light. I looked up and saw a large ship with red,blue and white pulsating lights passing overhead. There was no sound. As I watched it wobbled side to side losing altitude, barely clearing a hill it passed from view then a large flash and crunching sound. As I started to run towards the hill army personnel appeared and kept myself and other witnesses out. The next morning all there that was there was burnt brush and disturbed earth over a large area. Until recently I had not felt the urge to share this event.