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It was the bitter cold of December 27, 1980, when Airman First Class Daniel Harris first heard the call come through the radio."Unidentified lights… southeast perimeter… moving through the trees."He exchanged a glance with Sergeant Thompson. They both knew the woods beyond the perimeter weren’t friendly after nightfall. But orders were orders. They grabbed their gear and headed toward the edge of Rendlesham Forest.The fog was thick, hanging in the air like smoke after a fire. Harris clutched his flashlight tight as they pushed deeper into the woods, following the pulsing, almost rhythmic glow in the distance. It flickered red,