Russian Solders Saw the Noah’s Ark
Jacob Radtke, eighteen-year-old German-Russian soldier, saw the Noah’s Ark twice. The Russian Army sent him as a part of a company to conquer Turkey in 1916. Radtke told that he saw the Ark when they went by train to bomb the Turkish castle on the South side of the mountain and again when they returned back. He said that it looked to him like a big red barn. Mr. Radtke claimed that the soldiers went through the pass on a make-shift type of train. Both times, this man said, they saw the Noah's Ark clearly as a big boat. Radtke said that the make-shift train went through the pass between big and little Ararat.
Russian Air force pilots saw the Noah’s Ark
White Russian Caucasus Army Commander, responsible for the region between 1914 and 1917, was General E.W. Maslowsky. He sent a letter to Alva Appel of the Archaeological Research Foundation during the 1960’s. In the letter he stated the following: ”I remember that the Russian Air force, during reconnaissance flights around the years 1915-1916, had noticed above the rocky heights of Mount Ararat unusual shapes which could have been considered as the remains of a very old construction. Around 1916, an archaeological expedition climbed Ararat under the direction of Mr. Pastounow and found debris of rocks which resembled the petrified remains of wood.”
In 1970- and 1980-decades American scientists Ron Wyatt and David Fasold interested to explore more closely this site that had been known as location of Noah's Ark.
Article about Noah’s Ark in New Eden Magazine
Around 1939, an issue of the New Eden Magazine reported that Russian pilot Vladimir Roskovitsky saw the Ark while flying a plane around Ararat in 1916. The Czar sent a detachment of men who found and photographed the ark in 1917. The author of the article, Floyd Millard Gurley received the basic story from a Russian immigrant widow living in one of his apartments. First part of the article has been copied here:
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The following story by Mr. Roskovitsky, a converted Russian, speaks for itself. He is now engaged in selling Bibles. and is an American citizen, having severed all ties with Godless Bolshevism from which he so narrowly escaped with his life after discovering the Ark. He gives this discovery credit for opening his eyes to the truth of the Bible and we pass it along trusting that you too will find it of interest and value.
It was in the days just before the Russian revolution that this story really began. A group of us Russian aviators were stationed at a temporary outpost about twenty-five miles north-west of Mount Ararat. The day was dry and terribly hot as August days so often are in this semi-desert land. Even the lizards were flattened out under the shady side of rocks and twigs, their mouths open and tongues lashing out as if each panting breath would be their last. Only occasionally would a tiny wisp of air rattle the parched vegetation and stir up a choking cloudlet of dust.
Farther up on the side of the mountain we could see a thunder shower, while still farther up we could see the white snow cap of Mount Ararat, which has snow all the year around because of its great height. How we longed for some of the snow! Then the miracle happened. The captain walked in and announced that plane number seven had its new supercharger installed and was ready for high altitude tests, and ordered my buddy and I to make the test. At last we could escape the heat! Needless to say, we lost no time getting on our parachutes, strapping on our oxygen cans and doing all the other half dozen little things that have to be done before “going up.” Then a climb into the cockpits, safety belts fastened, a mechanic gives the prop a flip and yells “contact,” and in less time than it takes to tell it we were up in the air. No use wasting time warming up the engine when the sun already had it nearly red hot. We circled the field several times until we hit the fourteen-thousand-foot mark and then stopped climbing for a few minutes to get used to the altitude. I looked over to the right at that beautiful snow-capped peak, now just a little above us, and for some reason that I can’t explain, turned and headed the plane straight toward it. My buddy looked around and looked at me with question marks in his eyes, but there was too much noise for him to ask questions. After all, twenty-five miles doesn’t mean much at a hundred miles an hour.
As I looked down at the great stone battlements surrounding the lower par t of the mountain I remembered having heard that it had never been climbed since the year seven hundred before Christ, when some pilgrims were supposed to have gone up there to scrape tar off an old ship wreck to make good luck emblems to wear around their necks to prevent their crops being destroyed by excessive rainfall. The legend said that they left in haste after a bolt of lightning struck near them and had never returned. Sill ancients. Who ever heard of looking for a ship wreck on a mountain top?
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A couple of circles around the snow-capped dome and then a long, swift glide down the south side and then we suddenly came upon a perfect little gem of a lake, blue as an emerald, but still frozen over on the shady side. We circled around and returned for another look at it. Suddenly my companion whirled around and yelled something and excitedly pointed down at the overflow end of the lake. I looked and nearly fainted! A submarine! No, it wasn’t, for it had stubby masts, but the top was round over with only a flag catwalk about five feet across down the length of it. What a strange craft, built as though the designer had expected the waves to roll over the top most of the time and had engineered it to wallow in the sea like a log, with those stubby masts carrying only enough sail to keep it facing the waves. (Years later in the Great Lakes I saw the famous “whale-back” ore carriers with the same kind of rounded deck.)
We flew down as close as safety permitted and took several circles around it. We were surprised when we got close to it at the immense size of the thing, for it was as long as a city block and would compare very favourably in size to the modern battleships of today. It was grounded on the shore of the lake with about one-fourth of the rear still running out into the water, and its extreme rear was three-fourths under water. It had been partly dismantled on one side near the front, and on the other side there was a great door nearly twenty feet square, but with the door gone. This seemed quite out of proportion, as even today ships seldom have doors even half that large.
After seeing all we could from the air, we broke all speed records back down to the airport. When we related our find, the laughter was loud and long. Some accused us of getting drunk on too much oxygen, and there were many other remarks too numerous to relate. The captain, however, was serious. He asked several questions and ended by saying, “Take me up there, I want a look at it.” We mad the trip without incident and returned to the airport. “What do you make of it?” I asked as we climbed out of the plane. “Astounding,” he replied. “Do you know what ship that is?” “Of course not, sir.” “Ever hear of Noah’s Ark?” “Yes, sir. But I don’t know what the legend of Noah’s Ark has to do with us finding this strange thing fourteen thousand feet up on a mountain top.” “This strange craft,” explained the captain, “is Noah’s Ark. It has been sitting up there for nearly five thousand years. Being frozen up for nine or ten months of the year it couldn’t rot, and has been in cold storage, as it were, all this time. You have made the most amazing discover of the age.”
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