We will NEVER know the truth. The Usurper in the Whithouse controls “truth”.
Who really cares. He’s gone. Whether he was washed in urine, thrown out of the helicopter to save fuel going back to the ship, or wrapped in swadling clothes and dumped over the side, the end result is still the same. It is only the military’s job to arrange the meeting...the 72 virginians will take care of the rest.