Anybody have past lives as a soldier in WWII?

Hello everyone!

I just read in another post that some people on this forum may have known each other or met in a past life! Well, that really got me wondering if, perhaps, I may have met anyone that is a member here before.
So, I am wondering if anyone may have fought in WWII in a past life? Looking forward to any responses!

Jonny Of The Wolfkin

 

Hello Jonny of The Wolfkin,

I have been meaning to reply to this post for sometime now. I am sorry it took me so long.

While I do not have WWII memories, my husband does. I can't remember if I shared them or not in previous posts.

His memories started around the age 4 or 5 (1968/1969). He was little boy in Mexico and his family did not have a TV to be influenced by.

He started dreaming a lot of a "white" pilot dying in a plane related crash in WWII. BAsically it was a repeatative(sp) dream.

When we got married in 1995 we went to Honolulu for our honeymoon. We took the boat tour around Pearl harbor and he didn't even want to watch. He was very 'uncomfortable' being there. The closer we got the more visibly upset he became until he decided to lay down on a lounger and tan.

In November 2000 we stayed on the beach in Florida. In the early morning hours a helicopter flew over our hotel and you could hear the "chop chop chop" sound. He woke up, sat up in bed and said in a voice not his own, "It's the Japs, they've got their guns."

AFter he woke up, I told him what he did and it all clicked. He said he remembered being a fighter pilot and his plane was shot down. He says he remembers dying in a rice field of some kind. Possibly the orient, even though he was American.

When I observe his basic traits. I notice the following:

A. He hates tattoos. ( He feels like it is 'marking' somebody. *I think it has somehting to do with the concentration camps and markings given to POW's.*

B. He never takes of these 2 gold chains and charms he wears. Feels naked without them. They remind me of military ID tags.

C. He refuses/hates to watch any WWII documentary's or movies. They make him very upset. He hasn't even seen Saving Private Ryan or Pearl Harbor. Won't do it.

D. He wants sooo bad to have his own little plane to fly. He dreams about it actually. He says, "He knows he will know how to fly it. I can perfectly picture all the controls."

E. He loves to drive fast! Wants to feel like he is flying all the time.

F. He loves the oriental culture and food.

Well, I think my post is long enough. I just wanted to share his memories and behaviors. Behavior's that I believe are carried over from his last life in WWII.

Take care,
Julie

 

Hello JulieZ!

Thank you for your response!

Your Husband's dreams are very amazing, when I was reading about them it reminded me of some of the very vivid dreams that I have had and still do have from time to time. I can understand why he does not want anything to do with war, be it movies, books or anything else. Too many bad memories. Combat is very hard to describe unless you have experienced it firsthand. Movies can come close but it is still not the same.

I am a little different though, for the reasons of my research, to find out exactly who I was, I read every book and watch every documentary that I can find. As soon as I am finished with my research I will stop though.

An interesting thing though, when I finished college six years ago and I was seeking employment, I volunteered for the Canadian Forces Reserve. I thought of moving on and joining the Regular Force. I almost did, but I chose not to.

I don't know what changed my mind but I decided to resign from the Army and be a civilian, with a normal life. Don't get me wrong, if there was a war that I had to fight to protect my family and loved ones, I would rejoin in an instant. I may not have liked the Army but I was good at a few things. Not marching though, I hate marching!

Now I have a good job, a beautiful fiance and a good life. Some of my friends are still in the Army and have served on U.N. Peacekeeping missions. They tell me about some things that happened that you don't hear on the news. I am sure glad I am not there anymore! Perhaps I had enough combat and war in my past life to last several lifetimes.

I guess what I am trying to say is that my interest in war is solely for the reasons of research. People always wonder why I study such a terrible conflict. I think that there must be a reason why I remember, that there is something to learn. Perhaps the same with your husband? Maybe he has the dreams for the same reasons I do.

War is terrible but it can, believe it or not, bring out some of the best things in men. These things are courage, honour, chivalry, self-sacrifice, devotion and duty. For all the terrible things in war, there are men who rise above it all and shine like a glimmer of hope amidst all the madness. I believe that this is the way I was, and perhaps your husband as well.

Well, thank you for sharing! Your husband is not alone, there are many of us "old warriors" around! I hope mankind will finally learn a lesson in the future so that us "old warriors" can stop fighting in the wars that our Governments put us in.

Oh yeah, before I forget...your husband and I have a few things in common. I too, do not like tatoos, I always wear an Irish Shamrock charm as well as a WWII Remembrance pin, I love to drive fast as well and one day I would love to have my own Tank!

The only difference is that I study WWII, but that is just for my research. I am very close to finding out who I was, still searching for a name. I've probably heard it many times in my dreams but in a different language of course!

Well I have a very long post here now too! So I better go, thank you so much Julie, you take care and I wish you and your husband the best!

Jonny Of The Wolfkin

 

Hi,

I was a soldier in WWII.

I was actually a person that died 1 yr and 10 days before my actual birth.

This person died in their old age though of lung cancer(agent orange & smoking of course). Now I can't even smell smoke without feeling sick.

This person was also an alcoholic...and I can't even drink without getting sick after 1 or 2 sips. I have flashes of the war on the beaches of normandy on d-day. There's more to it that I remember....but I could write forever here.

Argante(Laura)

 

I was in World War II, but I served in the Pacific Campaign. Sometime I need to do some research and find what army unit I was in, just because, well... one gets curious. I mentioned in another thread my body-memory of how to check the action on a Garand, and some neighborhoods in Chicago seem very interesting to me... perhaps where he lived. But he died young also and was very angry, and I've had to process that anger and his issues so that they didn't get in the way this time around.

But I definitely won't be called up this time around...maybe that's why I'm female this time, huh? (laugh)

 

You asked about Naziland and my past. Well I was born at the beginning of the First World War in 1914. (They called that the GREAT War, because it was so broadly spread across the globe). There was nothing great about it. It was the first war where you didn't have to look your enemy in the eye when you killed him.

My father was never in my life, dying in the war, my mother was unfit to care for me, so I was shipped off to the country to live with my grandmother, and then shipped off to Vienna to live with my rather wealthy uncle and his large family. I never felt like I belonged.

I wanted to be a doctor, so I studied at the University, and found myself drawn to school politics where the students rallied against/or for communism, socialism, any ism that was popular that week. In the midst of the rallies I made an enemy, and in the summer of 1934 during a riot in the streets of Vienna I was kidnapped by this enemy, who believed himself to be a Nazi, but even they didn't want him. I was tortured and held captive for several weeks. There was no one
coming to rescue me.....finally this man offered me for ransom and I was returned to my uncle's family, although I was no longer
myself.

I found ways to 'pass' myself off as normal because I did not want to go off to a mental asylum. I worked for a newspaper for a while and then found that I didn't write really good propaganda, (and in Berlin you 'covered the story' the way you were 'supposed' to.)

Then I joined the medical corps. Since many of the male doctors had been sent off to the army, some women were accepted for support positions. I joined the staff at Hartheim Asylum near Mauthausen Camp near Linz Austria. For a while I typed up death certificates and medical records. Then I moved up.....you see, each piece of paper with a red check on it was considered for 'gassing' and I got to read the page and determine whether this 'page' was a drain on the Fatherland, or an asset. Those who failed were taken into a room for a picture and then taken to another room that actually looked like a shower. There they were gassed.
The children we studied were actually normally given an injection of a powerful anesthetic that would cause them to die.

I did this without considering these 'pages' as individuals. I did not do it with malice. I had no emotional thought one way or the other. I can't count how many people I may have killed with a check of a red pen. It took the pleading eyes of one small child to wake me up to the fact that these 'invalids' and 'imbeciles' were people who had a right to exist.

Still I had to continue my job as I found ways to manipulate paperwork to 'lose' patients somewhere between the bus and the gassing room. (It was easier to 'lose' children since they were normally placed in a ward room). But I did not try to save them all, like some Indiana Jones, shooting my way through the hospital and racing the patients away like some knight in shining armor. As I said, I am not proud of what I did, but I take the responsibility for my actions.

I died at the end of the war, glad that it was all over.



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Dearest Jonny

I am one of the soldiers that died in WWII, I am a German Soldier, I went back to Munich November 19th 2000, I had live in Montrose is a old community close to downtown Houston Texas, aboutn me for family in this life, I am of Jewish, Spanish, blood, I was born in Colombia since I was a child two years old, I have memories of English and German. However I am dark very latino my father is white with blue eyes. I served my militay service duty in the US Navy, during the Persian Gulf War. Being in Germany was Awesome was a encounter with my past live, I went back to Dachau the village close to Munich with the concentration camp, I live with a German friend that made in this city, this man is Detleft I never saw him before but he received like I was his own blood given me food and shelter, I stay two weeks in Bavaria, one of the guys took me in a tour of Bavaria, we went to several towns close to Munich and I was able to visit a cementery, this friend was visiting one of his patients that day, his patient had passed month ago, for me to be in the cementery was my returning were my previuos body was bury, everything in the town seems familiar, the people, the waitress in the restaurant, German came back in my mind. Well, last May a friend of mine who also believe in past lives,we decide to go back to Germany, we went to Berlin, since we arrive by train from Amsterdam, it seems we know the city very well, we went to directly to Schoneberg is a old community in former West Berlin, we went to Teargarten the park in Berlin were the last battle took place we saw remains of the the holes of bullets , from the arms in the monuments, we know that we died in Berlin, my friend almost died again in Berlin, we were assisted and help by Germans we received their love, compassion and kindness, we spend all our money in medecines and doctors people as Manfred took us in his house, feed us, help us and gives money, we came back to Texas, June 13 2001.
It is very interesting because my friend David and I we are both budhist, we believe in rencarnation, we both are of jewish blood, but in our past life we were German, Nazis, and died in a battle in Berlin.
Now we are Americans, David is a USA Navy Seal, he was born in Los Angeles, and I was born in Bogota Colombia.
I have a college degree in Fine Arts Painting and Art History from the University of Houston, I am still learning and still growing,
Riccardo
the Budha of Montrose

 

I am almost certain I fought the second world war and survived. To my misery.

My memories are few and vague; I know I lived through the war only to settle down with a wife and kid(s?), having at that point turned cynical, traumatized by the war and reaching for the bottle for at least some comfort.

The war was the peak of my life. Not a happy peak but it was nevertheless my finest hour. After it all fell down nothing was of any particular meaning anymore. Everything seemed futile, wrecked, dead, shameful...

I grew lonely inside. Eventhough I had family around me and acquaintances to drink beer with, there were no true close friends. Or maybe there were - maybe it was just me who was so emotionally crushed that I couldn't reach out at all. I was inside my very own dark shell. I had the war going on over and over again in my head. Dead friends, killed enemies, spilt blood, overwhelming sounds of bombs and tanks...

Hate that burst open and aflame only to destroy hope and then shrivel like a grape turns into a raisin. Man, we were the fighters. No one ever reminded us we would have to continue with our memories and conscience after it was all over! No one told us the energetic rush we were experiencing would take its toll. But who cares - we wouldn't have listened, anyway.

I think I was an American soldier. The life I'm living now is the result of my last lonesome and sour years, as well as the insanities I committed and had to suffer during the war. Although I have a powerful inner desire for peace and I violently oppose violence (no pun intended - "violently" only describes my emotions, not actions), I'm still a hothead.

I "snap" very easily and sometimes the strong anger draws me to stupid actions before I even notice. It seems that every time I lose my temper, I'm immediately contemplating the most horrible and violent actions imaginable. I'm simultaneously the most peace-loving rasta dude you can find, and also the most scary and hot-tempered vase-thrower and window basher you'll see. I lose all control, I sometimes break stuff or even punch myself very hard.

I feel the utmost despair over the violence and hate in this world, yet when I myself have to confront annoying things - and usually the little stuff is the worst - my animal side pushes aside all reason and I start to rage.

That is the paradox of my nature. And that is the result of war. Having killed so many and seen so many die, I resent anything violent. Yet having to go through such a crushing life, I have developed violent, reaction-based responses that override reason.

Thus you see why I don't use alcohol at all. You see why I keep away from anything that hinders the consciousness' grip of everyday reality. I fear myself!

Although I have such temper, I could say I'm in perfect control of it. I don't attack people - EVER! I don't insult people unless being pressed really hard. And as for my friends and family - I love them dearly and I always keep myself alert not to blow a fuse around them. I am a nice person all in all.

But the feeling is there... Inside of my head, I sometimes explode with such a force that I can't focus on ANYTHING for the next hour or so.

And walking into a government office and having to stand in line... Man, the stuff I've said to clerks and secretaries over my short life...
Entering an argument, I sometimes scare people while not noticing it myself. I'm almost 190 centimeters long and have a charismatic face. Often when arguing with someone I feel like a hurt little child inside so I raise my voice and put on a vicious expression... only to notice that in reality I look more like an insane murderer attacking! It's so embarrassing and weird... I always feel even worse after those kind of situations since I know the "adversary" has really suffered a much larger shock than me.

Hmm. I've been talking about myself for some time now. Enough. It is interesting, though - being human.

Anyone else have similar experiences? I'll answer myself: I know someone does! I know I'm not alone with these issues. And I really felt like sharing this with the lot of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

J

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"When the fruitcakes call you a skeptic and the skeptics call you a fruitcake you will know you have arrived at the rational middle way."
- fiziwig

 

I used to have "thoughts" or feelings as a child that I had been test pilot during WWII. I was drawn, as a little GIRL no less, to books on WWII aircraft..especially GERMAN. I was able to pick up German words with ease up until I was about 9 or 10 years old. In fact,the girls up the street laughed at me because of something I said about being a German pilot during WWII. (I no longer remember what it was I said.) I DO have fleeting memories of looking lovingly at a black ad white photo of a woman nd small child who I think were my wife and child back home. I have a feeling I was test flying a prototype of the first jet plane and my plane blew up over a large, dark forest. In my heart, I knew the war was over and didn't REALLY like being a Nazi...but was somehow pressured by family. The funny thing is I was not terrified of flying until I hit the age of 27...now, at 35...I am STILL terrified of flying fo some reason.....

 

I can easily understand why most who have memories of being on the German side in the War would be cautious as to sharing their experience. I've met plenty of, shall we say, ominous looks myself.

Yes, I lived during the war. I was an officer in LSSAH, the 1. Waffen-SS Division Adolf Hitler. I helped conquer Poland. I saw the Warzaw ghettos. I participated to some extent in Ukrainian massacres. I fought in France and Italy. I died near the end of the war, possibly from wounds, possibly from being shot by G.I.s after surrendering.

I'm not ashamed of these memories. For what it's worth, it's not ME. It's someone I was, I certainly want to learn all I can about it, but it is not the person I am in this life.

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Birgitte Heuschkel

 

Most of my lives have been military or revolutionary. I have had lives of the highest commands. My last war was WWI, Brit,middle east. Died in 1935. I was born in this life in time to see WWII stateside. I grew up to the sound of revile and taps in a military town. A German prisoner of war was shot to death in our school yard. I was in second grade.

I was crucified in the Social War,71BC. The Romans just broke your arms in ten places and wrapped them around a tree limb.Nothing fancy. I was drawn and quartered in Britain.
My worst carry over fear is getting "framed". I cannot watch a movie where someone is being betrayed. I immediately leave or turn the tube off!

I have been regressed to some of these lives. Others are direct memory. The really significant ones were described by a clairvoyant that had little knowlege of history. Also, everything went into a sort of high gear when my associate walked into my office and told me he just saw me sitting at my desk in a blue uniform with stars on the shoulder strap.

The carryovers seem to go forward for many lives, especially if you were horribly killed..I do not mean battlefield death in the old days. Even those deaths carry associated pain that cannot be identified. In this life, I have terrible visceral pains of totally psychosomatic origin. They go away only when I will them away. It took a long time to learn how to deal with such things.

I have any number of recurring frightful war memories that simply do not frighten me. Even as a child, this was true. The exception is being betrayed!

The rebel lives all ended in horrible death. In each case I resisted being conquered or being enslaved. A very bloody resistance. In each case, I lived a life or more among the people I hated.

Humans grow by war, it has always been so. Pacifism has never worked.Indeed pacifism has caused many wars. Ghandi would have never been tolerated by anyone except by Britain. He was right to resist the British. His pacifism died with him. Pacifism better start working soon because war is no longer an option. Yet, pacifism can never work in a world of de facto imperialist "internationalist" nation states. Europe since the Peace of Westphalia is a good example. The US global economy schtick today is the paramount example.

 

Memories of WWII North Africa..without memories of conflict?

Here is a puzzle, I’ve had “strong deja-vu” memories of the time around World War II in North Africa; yet I’ve had no memories of conflicts at the time.

All I remember are images of vehicles in a desert environment i.e., one vehicle incorporated the Volkswagen-style designs i.e., Tatra V809 model, or the Steyr type 250 model; without camouflage paint (silver color) in an image where an adjacent hill may have had dark-green (khaki) colored supply vehicles. In a separate regression, I had a memory of a small beige/sand painted tank in a desert environment.

From what I can try to infer from this “deja-vu like” imagery, it seems to indicate the time-period when the Germans withdrew from North-Africa. Since I have not had any memories of fighting (even after seeing WWII documentaries), these memories may be from a civil affairs personnel point of view after fighting has ended, and allied-forces were gaining control.

This changes research regarding what records to research regarding possible past life identities. Instead of seeking the names of veterans, the names of civil affairs personnel would be useful.

Anybody else report memories of times that seem to be after conflict has ended, yet no actual memories of conflict?

 

WWII North Africa...................

Very inconclusive as to whether or not memories of conflict have been blocked. Most notable, I've had no strong 'Deja-Vu' like memories of Tunisia in Mid-1943 e.g., landmarks, names of towns, people. After all, this region and its cultures must have seemed like "another world" for US serviceman who had seen conflict, as well as civil-service officials who visited this region after conflict had ended.

Hence, why wouldn't such memories of "newly visited regions" develop during PL regression exercises? According to historical records, Tunisia had very little emphasis from the North African branches of civil affairs.

I've attempted to view maps and photographs of the North-Africa region; again to no avail for strong deja-vu like memories.

 

Another deja-vu like memory.

Recently had the following memory (one of my strongest memories at that) during a past-life regression/meditation exercise: I was walking past a fellow with “long short” grey hair who had a bald-spot. This fellow was wearing a khaki-colored military uniform and had either a backpack or a parachute. He was walking on an expanse of concrete; likely an airport, as I noted possible shadows of what may have been parked-planes. This fellow and my "possoible PL" did not exchage greetings e.g., a wave, a salute, saying hello.

What else is remarkable is I had a top view of this fellow; like I was walking on a platform a couple of feet above the ground. Otherwise, this fellow could have been a short person (as I may have noted his backpack or parachute was almost touching the ground as he walked). Or else I could have been a tall person.

Increasingly, I’m feeling that my PL may have also been tied to the military in the Post World-War II years. At this time, any further details are conjecture, and are best discussed in another forum.

 

Hi Marc,

Lack of PL combat memories might just mean no combat in past life! After all, most uniformed combatants so little if no real action, supply, engineering, medical and other support units. There would have been an Allied presence in North Africa long after the Afrika Korps had surrendered.

Stick with your own intuition, memories and dreams.

Michal

 

Not a soldier...just a sailor.

 

Non-combat memories of WWII North Africa.


This discussion thread seems to be a good-place for further details regarding personal memories of serving in WWII North Africa.


I strongly feel that I served in support roles e.g., Quartermasters, Transportation Corps, Truck Battalions, Signal Corps which were least likely to experience combat.


Since I last wrote to this thread, several more helpful resources have been located regarding the WWII North Africa campaign. Resources such as; Stars & Stripes, and Yank publication archives, Commentator Ernie Pyle's accounts of WWII, and the many films on WWII accounts.


The more I look into any resources which may act as "triggers of sorts" the more I feel that "triggers" may not be instantaneous in yielding possible PL memories. That is "memories of interest" will most likely be latent.

 

I think I had one but as a gunner on a B-17. I base that on a vision I had in 2000 when I walked onto a survivor B-17 that was being run by WWII veterans. I was talking with them about the gunner ports being small, and they let me get into one. I closed my eyes and to my surprise a vision just popped up. I was male, and watching out the window, when an escort fighter was shot down. I got up, made my way to the gunner position (identical to the one I was really sitting in) took up the gun. Flack flying everywhere. I freaked, and backed out of there (hard to do without hitting my head). The guys were concerned, which was nice of them , but I reassured them and me that I was ok. But WOW.

 

I have a frequent dreams and memory's of being on a landing craft heading to d-day. I remember the door falling open and everyone running out ,and the last thing remember was running and getting shot. After that I wake up or stop day dreaming if you want to put it like that. Every once and a while when I dream I can feel the pain of getting shot.

 

14th century Middle East.
I figured out few days back while under regression being part of a big Muslim army somewhere in the middle East along the desert. Swords were the only weapon and women were treated like cattles. Surprisingly in this life I am allergic to dust (PL desert) I always wanted to join the army. I have this feeling in my subconscious of being chopped from neck. Already have had 2 throat surgeries in this life -

 

Hi, I know I'm late but I just wanted to share this as I've never really talked about it to anyone before. I believe I was a Aussie soldier in ww2. I also think that I was a Japanese pow. When I was a child I was sleeping in the living room on the couch and my dad was watching a war documentary. In the documentary there were warning sirens that started playing and I woke up abruptly, jumped up and started screaming 'the japs are coming, they've passed the boys up front' over and over again, I then started hysterically crying and talking about torture and what they did to 'my mates'. My dad was pretty shocked because I was only 5 and there was no way I could've known that stuff about Japanese torturing Australian pow.
I myself live in Australia and I've always had a lot of pride for my country, I also have an irrational hatred for the Japanese. I've recently started learning Japanese in high school (it wasn't optional) and whenever I hear or have to say a Japanese word i have almost like a gag reflex. Saying Japanese words feels like fire in my throat, I feel like a traitor for some reason. A Japanese man came to my school as a language assistant a few weeks ago and he was talking to me and I wasn't concentrating, so he grabbed me by the wrist and I had a full on fit, it was embarrassing because it was in front of my whole class. I can't stand anything to do with Japan. I'm not trying to be racist I just genuinely have so much irrational hate towards them.
I've always had recurring nightmares about being freezing cold and hearing people yelling in Japanese while a jap has a hammer and is hitting the man next to me on the leg, but his leg is so numb from the cold he can't feel anything, and I can't scream for help because I'm so cold and frozen.
Anyway that's my story,

 

Welcome to the forum Georgia Brooks, it is never too late to post your stories.

It is a difficult thing to have memories that carry over that are so negative, it is obvious that it you need to resolve it through forgiveness and/or separating it from this lifetime in some other way. I am reminded of a really good book that you might be interested in reading entitled "Unbroken".

 

As to the question, past lives in WW2, YES, I had a very strong past life memory listening to the recording of a radio broadcast by FDR in 1942 after Pearl Harbor. I had the eeriest feeling that I knew that broadcast as it first aired. I checked my memory with Carol Bowman and she was very supportive about my past life memory. I believe I died in the Pacific theater, as a serviceman - marine or sailor - serving on a ship that was sunk by the Japanese. I've long had strong almost obsessive fears of drowning, and had a traumatic experience at age 6 at my first swimming lessons, where I totally freaked out.

 

Welcome to the forum Richard!

When did these memories occur? Have you written them down somewhere? How have you dealt with the memories, other than the one at age six that you mentioned?

 

My memory surfaced a couple of weeks ago. I haven't dealt with the memories other than to contact Carol Bowman.

 

I've thought about this past life some more. I've had recurring nightmares in the daytime (daydreaming??) of drowning in the North Atlantic in a convoy attacked by German U-boats. This feels more likely than my recent thought of dying in the Pacific theater. I think I was a solder on the way to fight against the Germans. Many thousands of US servicemen and merchant marine sailors were killed in U-boat attacks. The convoys were created to assure "strength in numbers" but not always successfully. For me, drowning is a real fear. It's not just water phobia, but feels more like a past life memory. I think this is more likely than death in the Pacific, since I've had a morbid anxiety about the Nazis for many long years. I still feel hostile to Germany despite it's recovery and reform. I know it's irrational, as the German people are very fine and peace-loving. But I have a lingering antipathy towards Germany, which I attributed to my previous life.

 

I was 82nd airborne paratroopers in WW2, i worked with guys from the big red 1.
I was in Sicily, and other parts of Europe.
I died near Omaha beach, on the d-day invasion. I was shot in the sternum(center of the chest) by a Nazi sniper in a small city north of Omaha beach

I was also in Vietnam- Laos, and cambodia- I was special forces then.

And once more I was marine corps rifleman in desert storm, fox, and shield.

 

I think so. When I was a small boy I was terribly frightened by gunfire. When my dad dragged me along on hunting trips I used to pray that the dog wouldn't find any birds so he wouldn't fire the shotgun because I would tremble with fear. No specific memories of the war but I just remember that as a child whenever some documentary about WWII came on TV I used to leave the room because it would bother me so much that I was afraid I was going to start crying. I was born 27 years after WWII ended and at the age when this started happening I did not know much about it. Also, my grandmother had a Japanese roommate when she was in college back before the war in the 1930s and one time circa 1980 this elderly lady traveled all the way from Yokohoma Japan to the US east coast to visit my grandmother and attend a class reunion. I remember my parents telling me this Japanese lady was going to be there and dreading going over to my grandmother's house to meet this lady from Japan and feeling this terrible sense of guilt and shame the whole time we were there and wondering how she could be so kind to me. I was an 8 year old boy so what was the guilt and shame I was feeling about? I really think it was probably guilt and shame about something horrible that I did to Japanese people in a past life.

 

I feel I was an American sailor, perhaps a merchant mariner, who died in a U-boat sinking. I recently heard an audio of FDR shortly after the US entered the war, and it was so familiar I felt I was hearing it again. I must have enlisted sometime in 1942, probably died in a sinking in that year or maybe 1943.

 

I cracked up when I saw Wolverine Origins, if I remember correctly(not a fan of X-men although a nerd)Wolverine: A single man who fought in every major American war. My friend I know more deeply that I can find words to express that yes, I have fought in these conflicts and more. Without offense I say that I have fanatical loyalty to Napoleon, Hitler as well as the Roman Emperor Trajan. I served under Washington as militia during the Revolution and served under under Nathan Forrest of the confederacy. I hold Stonewall Jackson in high regard and although I respect, I also despise Dause. I remember dying In Antietam 1862 Bloody lane in a suicidal charge and confront similar obstacles today. I used to draw pictures of men charging as very young boy. I have the French and Indian war stuck in my head and find a lull during the real Indian wars(Custer Era) I fought for the Furher with insane loyalty and hold that loyalty in this life(Think what you want). I was in Vietnam and remember feeling completely alone, although surrounded by family I was consistently thinking of Nam, M60 and M16 with the family I didn't have and I was heart broken. I remember clashing shields and know of the Testudo with intimate detail in this life (I even wear my watch before knowing why on my opposing wrist always feeling it was natural on the right when I'm a righty) only to find the Romans were trained with there sword on the right(counter intuitive for those who keep shield on the left. I've been called out on it a few times. Call it what you will but I know deep down inside my soul is that one thing, a warrior nothing more nothing less and I cut breaks for the mens's sake if it doesn't jeopardize our position. I always stay on line and even given a better position with work to be with "my guys." and always put them first at my own expense. I've been called a natural leader and do well because of it and through my research and guilty pleasure as a Historian I learn more about myself and without cause or pretext it's a natural progression and upon learning information I know certain things to be unquestionable and I just know based on the feeling, the awe struck being set aside and this crazy idea but, that "I came from earth." is the phrase and visual I always get literally dirt, rock and earth that's it. The idea is something I relate to and know on a primordial level, it just is but it's something sacred and what defines me on every level. It's an overwhelming drive sometimes but it's always dirt, rock and earth. Say that to yourself and see how it feels. what do you feel when you say it if anything?