forrest canutt

In October of 1956, my twelve year old newly adopted orphan babysitter, Janet Cash and I were staying the night alone on my uncles northern California ranch. During the night, we were attacked by three men, two of them were us navy sailors. Janet was beaten and gang raped by the three men throughout the night, and I was tortured and assaulted. In the morning, Janet was taken to an area called the flats and viciously murdered by the two us navy sailors. They then buried Janet in a clandestine grave on my uncle's ranch. For over twenty five years, I have been looking for Janet. I haven't found her yet, but I have found two major news organizations and three government agencies that have conspired to cover up her disappearance, murder, and even her very existence. Throughout those years, I have been stonewalled, been refused any information that might lead me to her. But in spite of their efforts, I have gathered enough proof and information to lead me to believe that my babysitter Janet wasn't just some sweet, beautiful and courageous young girl from a broken home, but quite possibly an important young girl, maybe a very important young girl, and if the right people knew about her back then, her mere existence might have changed some important people's lives, and/or even changed history. I am determined now, more than ever to find her, and learn as much as I can about her. You see, she saved my life several times during this tragic ordeal, so I owe her my life, and I feel that finding her is the very least I can do to repay her, and exposing the truth about what happened to her is just as important. I believe that the path to the truth to this tragic mystery lies waiting in an unmarked grave, in her bones, in her DNA.