Roswell 1947 an original play by Ken David Stewart
This is a fictional play that has some historical basis in the Roswell Incident of 1947. In this play Mr. Stewart wanted to write something for his class of students with psychiatric disabilities. As he could not find anything suitable to use for his drama class he decided to write his own plays. Roswell 1947 is the result. Its genre is a combination of comedy and science fiction. Mr. Stewart has fully fictionalized this account of the Roswell Incident so that none of what he has written is to be interpreted as historical fact. The characters in this play are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people either living or dead is purely coincidental.
Act I Scene One:
Narrator: As our play opens a group of old men are sitting on rocking chairs outside the Roswell General Store. It’s getting late in the evening and the temperature is dropping rapidly.
The men are suddenly startled by an unusual sight in the sky.
Dewey: Look up yonder! What the heck is that in the sky?
Buford: I don’t know. Looks like a silver disc with bright flashing lights.
Clem: Whatever it is, it’s losing elevation real fast.
Dewey: I can’t see it anymore it’s just disappeared behind yonder hill.
Narrator: In a few seconds the men hear a loud crash that sounded like thunder. The crash seemed to come from behind the hill. As they hear the sound the sky lights up like a huge orange yellow flame.
Act I Scene Two:
Narrator: We are now at the ranch of Mick Russell. His ranch is not far from the city of Roswell. It is 5 AM and Mick is suddenly stirred from a sound sleep by the unsettling noise created by his animals.
Mick: Those damn animals! It’s too early for them to be up. I better get up and check out what all the commotion is all about.
Narrator: Mick quickly puts on his jeans and a T-shirt and walks down the hall on his way to his son’s bedroom.
Mick: Rob, Get up! The animals are all freaking out about something.
Rob: Ah come on Dad. I was up until three in the morning partying with my friends.
Mick: That’s tough. Put on your clothes and come help your dad.
Rob: All right I’m coming. Don’t get your shirt in a knot.
Narrator: As soon as Mick and Rob walk about one hundred yards out into the field they find out what rattled the animals.
Mick: What the heck? Look at all those shiny pieces of metal.
Rob: Yeah, there must be hundreds of jagged pieces. The glare reflecting off the sun is almost blinding.
Mick: Where do you think all this metal came from?
Rob: It looks like something very large crashed here last night.
Mick: It’s that damned Air Force Base. They’re always testing some top-secret stuff over there.
Narrator: Rob picks up a few of the metal pieces and starts to examine them.
Rob: This stuff is weird Dad. It’s giving me the creeps. Its so flexible it’s unreal. Look Dad, I can roll a piece of this metal up until it’s a ball and it straightens itself right out again.
Narrator: Mick moves closer to Rob to get a closer look.
Mick: Look at the strange markings on this piece.
Rob It looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Mick: You’re talking way over my head son. I only went up to grade eight. Don’t worry though. Let’s put some of this stuff in a bag. I’ll take it to the sheriff tomorrow morning and see what he makes of it, but you can be sure I’m also going to ask him who’s going to clean up this mess on my ranch.
Rob: I forgot to tell you Dad. Last night we were sitting outside
Dwight’s place drinking beer when we saw this amazing flash of bright orange light in the sky. Then kaboom! We heard this deafening crash.
Mick: What you guys probably heard and saw was the light show from the Pink Floyd concert. They were playing in Albuquerque last night.
Rob: Dad this is 1947! Rock ‘n roll hasn’t even been invented yet.
Mick: Oh yeah, you’re right.