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Anybody have past lives as a soldier in WWII?

Hauptmann is a rank and is equal to an US Army/Marine captain and last that I know it's never a last name in German speaking countries A Hauptmann with the last name Hauptmann would be confusing
"Hauptmann" does exist as a last name, but it's not very common. In the context of a WWII army it most likely refers to the rank. If there was a Hauptmann whose last name was "Hauptmann" he probably would have made it into the history books just because this combination is so odd...
 
Hauptmann is a rank and is equal to an US Army/Marine captain and last that I know it's never a last name in German speaking countries A Hauptmann with the last name Hauptmann would be confusing

I've read a few places that it was or is occasionally a last name, but that's more or less what I found.

I need to essentially "get confirmation" on it still but, I'm thinking it may be rank.
 
Ganz gut, Kamerad. Danke.

Before I joined the forum I had no idea of my regiment. I hadn't thought there was a chance - I was just an obscure tanker among all those who went into Stalingrad and died there, so it seemed unlikely. But it came to me suddenly, trying a meditation, and quite a few other things slotted into place when I found it. In addition I discovered there was even a book about the regiment. So maybe meditation might help you. I'd have thought maybe an SS regiment would be easier to find if you could look at lists. Interesting that the spoken word works better than reading, but that does make sense.

I've never done formal regression, and am unsure if I want to, at this stage anyway.

That's amazing that you found about about your regiment, I'm honestly slightly terrified but also desperately hoping for that level of confirmation someday.

One of my partners, the one who shares this same past with me, essentially helps me do guided meditation-type 'readings' as he calls them, where it's almost like he can access my memories first-person and gets specific pieces or clues, sometimes scenes or sequences. I keep wanting to do one on this specifically but, things have been rough in our personal life lately and I'm hesitant to add the extra stress onto him.
 
"Hauptmann" does exist as a last name, but it's not very common. In the context of a WWII army it most likely refers to the rank. If there was a Hauptmann whose last name was "Hauptmann" he probably would have made it into the history books just because this combination is so odd...

'Hauptmann' is a rank only in the Wermacht (Heer). In this case, as Klaus was in the SS, it would have been 'Hauptsturmfuehrer'.

I have both Hauptsturmführer and Hauptscharführer written down on a list that needs to be 'checked over' at some point; I'm unsure of what either of them are (I honestly looked for a list of ranks without explanation to try and get a blind read of it, I try to avoid any possibility of cross-contamination or false positives) but they both gave me a particular kind of weird feeling upon reading them. I have certain physical sensations that hit when I come across something relevant, it varies a bit but they tend to be things that wind up being verified to some extent.

As far as the uniform, when I painted the aftermath of the Poland ambush, I had a long trench coat on, dark colored. My friend lying on the ground face-down and dead, is wearing a Stahlhelm, not other details that I could really see. I know when I've talked to both people that share this past with me, they've said there were other identifying pieces of my uniform, whether this was rank-related detail or any accouterments we're not sure, but I haven't seen it clearly yet myself.

Unfortunately I have always, always had a very hard time seeing myself in this memories; I had a recurring dream for years before the rest of it pieced together, of being in pain on the ground and a man in a long coat and helmet reaching down to pull me up.
 
I was born in 1909, I believe in the outskirts of Berlin or a nearby small town. There are several specific locations that come up repeatedly but I'm not sure what their relevance is/was, but I know that at least past a point and up to a point, Berlin was home.

I think I wanted to be a doctor, or was starting school to become a doctor. My father had been in The Great War and came home worse than he'd left. My best friend and I both were involved with the party, I'm unsure for him but for myself, I believe it was 1935 or 1936.

There are a lot of gaps. I get a lot of my information from what my small group refers to as "transmissions".

I was an officer, not of a supremely high rank, but I was SS and I was very good at what I did. I was injured in 1939 in Poland, during some kind of small ambush (I was with a group of 12-15 others). I may have been the only survivor from my small crew, I'm not sure though, the memory gets hazy when it gets to the point of being shot in the hip and thinking I was going to die alone, in the woods, with my friends dead or dying around me.

I was reassigned to Auschwitz at some point. I stole someone from there that I'd been in love with previously, and thanks to shady friends in 'High Places' we lived a kind of double life out of several houses that had been raided by the Gestapo (I know at least early on, the best friend was with the Gestapo; I believe his father was an affluent man who was or had been in the Police force and "he thought it was fun").

Eventually, I made some mistakes, one of which was killing a fellow officer for something he'd done to the lover I stole from Auschwitz. Everything essentially fell apart, I was publicly outed as not only being a traitor, but for also being in love with another man, the one I'd saved. I believe we were both taken to Buchenwald, and I died there, possibly during the bombing.

If anyone is curious for more information, I'm willing to share everything I have. I'm effectively trying to 'integrate' my past self into my current self because, for whatever reason, I'm largely the same person in a lot of ways - I'm not a Nazi, nor a racist, but a lot of the "be inhumanly perfect, become the absolute best possible" has carried over into my impossible personal standards.

I'm also still very much a gay man who, despite having an incredibly open-minded and supportive family (sans my father), was in absolute denial for years about being gay and still, has very mixed feelings on it. Conflict was, and probably always will be, one of the core attributes of my absolute self and in a way, I'm grateful for it. I think I thrive in conflict, I think I need some kind of Situation going on to be at my absolute peak.
Hello, and welcome to the forum!

It is interesting to hear the story of someone who remembers this part of history. I would be very interested to read your memories, as I also remember a life in the SS, being an officer born in 1909. It carries a special taste, as we didn't go through the Hitlerjugend and joined as full adults.

From your testimony, I would guess that you were part of the Totenkopfverbände, as it would have been quite rare to have an officer go back to the concentration camps network if you had been part of the SS-verfügungstruppe, which became Waffen-SS later on.

Happy to hear we're not alone. A warm welcome to you!
 
Yes, I know what you mean about getting a weird feeling when something clicks. I too feel that, sometimes leading to an image coming across as well. Sometimes I have a feeling of something there, but just slightly out of reach.

Was your trench coat wool?

You're very lucky to find two people that share your past and can see things from it. I have no-one in this life to give me clues!

Yes, "something there but slightly out of reach" is a very good way to phrase that. Its like remembering you have a dream, and being so very close to remembering it, but all you know is there was something.

I'm not sure if my coat was wool, I feel like it was smoother in some way. I've always thought canvas or leather, something stiff like that (I've also never touched one of the wool coats in person so, I'm not sure how they feel as far as weight and texture)


Hello, and welcome to the forum!

It is interesting to hear the story of someone who remembers this part of history. I would be very interested to read your memories, as I also remember a life in the SS, being an officer born in 1909. It carries a special taste, as we didn't go through the Hitlerjugend and joined as full adults.

From your testimony, I would guess that you were part of the Totenkopfverbände, as it would have been quite rare to have an officer go back to the concentration camps network if you had been part of the SS-verfügungstruppe, which became Waffen-SS later on.

Happy to hear we're not alone. A warm welcome to you!

Hello friend, I see we share a birth year! I've got a blog I just started recently, largely because the folks on reddit are interested in my "transmission" and how they're written out and how they function, but I'd like to start posting a bit more on there eventually so I don't need to bog down any group or forum I join with my entire novella of knowledge. I'll give you the same line I give everyone though, if you're interested about anything, please don't hesitate to ask; in looking for more people in my situation, I'm also looking for others I can share my own story with as well without awkwardness and recrimination.

And no, having avoided or missed out on the Youth, whichever way it goes, it something that I've been thinking about recently myself; I had a friend, I think honestly my first real crush, that I met in some kind of group-thing, I think through the private school I was in (not sure of the details yet, it was a prep school or private school, not military school yet? It's very hazy, up until more recently I had 4-5 specific memories from specific points and the rest was a wash of details and feelings).


That's something I've been trying to figure out. It's always a bit of a conflict to do research on something I don't have a definitive "something" on, because I'm worried about false positives or adhering to something that isn't exactly correct (still trying to find my hometown, because there've been several instances where I get hit with a location or a visual and I'm not sure what there is to it, but it's certainly Something).

I'm going to look further into that specifically, though. I've been reading Wikipedia's long page (and some attendant sub-pages) on the SS overall on and off when I have the time, essentially hunting for things that 'ping' in that particular way to poke into later and SS-TV is something that has always made me feel a bit strange when I come across it.
 
Klaus, I'm wondering if your coat could have been one of the RAD rubberised coats? They were quite heavy and stiff. They weren't dark, though. Just a thought. May be leather, of course. I can't remember what coats officers wore. The wool greatcoats were certainly heavy, but again feldgrau so not dark.
Do you have an address for your blog? I'd like to read more.

Maybe? The Ambush incident is the only thing I solidly remember from that time period, and it's more like a sequence of snapshots and 5-second bursts of video almost, combined with very tactile 'memory'; the smell of something nearby burning, the absolute agony, the weight and sudden "oh god no" when Pietr went from smoking a cigarette to dying on the ground next to me before we knew what was happening.

I'll private message you the blog link.
 
There were black leather greatcoats for Waffen SS officers. Definitely heavy. They were pretty expensive and as such a bit rare.
 
Any details on time period that they were in use, and/or the ranks that would have likely used them?

A lot of my information is stuck in "either this or this" limbo, so to speak.
 
Any details on time period that they were in use, and/or the ranks that would have likely used them?

A lot of my information is stuck in "either this or this" limbo, so to speak.

Officers only. But any rank limitations are bound to be a bit arbitrary. More common with field officers, I think. Not perhaps very common with very new officers like untersturmführers (leutnant). More common between ranks of hauptsturmführer and obersturmbann- or standartenführer. But that is no strict rule. Some were wealthier than others. I think even some Sicherheitsdienst guys wore them. A lot of gear was weather-specific and long-time officers often had a bit of an arsenal of different uniforms and gear. I think I had everything possible, just to be on the safe side.
 
Officers only. But any rank limitations are bound to be a bit arbitrary. More common with field officers, I think. Not perhaps very common with very new officers like untersturmführers (leutnant). More common between ranks of hauptsturmführer and obersturmbann- or standartenführer. But that is no strict rule. Some were wealthier than others. I think even some Sicherheitsdienst guys wore them. A lot of gear was weather-specific and long-time officers often had a bit of an arsenal of different uniforms and gear. I think I had everything possible, just to be on the safe side.

Well, Haupsturmführer is what seems to have been my rank so, it's entirely possible. I'm wary to attach to hard-specifics if I don't have as much confirmation as possible but, it makes sense enough. I'm thinking it would've been leather, or wool then, can't quite pin either down. For whatever reason, most of my memories tend to be more of surroundings and situations than actual self.
 
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I’m new to the forum, and it got me thinking about a glimpse from about 25 years ago of perhaps a PL. “I” and others were being celebrated as war heroes being driven in long, black, open staff cars in a massive victory parade with thousands and thousands of people cheering and waving at us. At first I’m overwhelmed by the crowds—we had just come from fighting in the desert, and I probably grew up in a small town and wasn’t used to big cities like Berlin or wherever it was.

Then, I get happy about being a celebrated hero and stand up in the car and wave and yell back. I’m embarrassed that my sand-colored, cotton twill uniform jacket doesn’t fit me. The arms are 3-4 inches short when I raise my arms. I think it is strange they can drive us in Mercedes and treat us to luxuries, but I can’t get any proper clothes to wear.

That’s about all I got in the glimpse. When I told a couple friends about it last year, a friend asked what happened to him, and I got an image of him dead, face down in the sand. (And then after that a brief, tragic life as a girl in Africa.) I don’t know if he fought on the ground or in the air. One of the friends suggested I do some online research, so this photo is the closest to what I remember of him, though I just remember looking at his sleeves not seeing if his uniform had Lufwaffe wings or whatever since I had the vantage point of being in his body.
 
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This is a different perspective, but I was more or less a prisoner of the Japanese in Manchukko. The Russians invaded Manchuria and pushed the Japanese out. I ended up being transferred to the Chinese communists and put in prison where I died in 46. Some of my family was captured at an airport and transferred to a Chinese re education labor camp. Many of my sister's in law tried to escape to Vietnam or Korea. My wife had a dream so vivid she had to call me at work to tell me about it. She was on that train and got all of the details right. I was astonished at the level of detail but unsurprised as I knew she was my sister in law. My husband later testified at the Japanese war crimes trials.

I never fought in any western war, that I'm aware of, but that was my involvement with WW2.
 
Hello friends, I may be late too, but better be late than never to speak of this. I have strong negative emotions when I think of WWII since I was a child. I had traumatic dreams of me dying from starvation in a place full of people whose bodies were so weak I could count their ribs. I have these dreams ever since I was 4-6 years old and since I am an art soul I had no interest in history whatsoever. I didn't have TV when these visions started, nor could I read. My relatives had no interest in history too. When I began to grow these dreams became so vivid I had to do some research and the more I did it, the harder the emotions erose were to slallow. I was a dying women around 30 years old. I had seen my husband and my son being tortured and killed in front of me. We were Jews. In Germany. We had a wonderful life before the war and before the actions and propaganda against the Jews that had started from the beginning of the 1930s. I saw everything in black and white. From this I assume I had daltonism compared to my excellent colour vision today. I starved so much I vomitted the juices in my stomach all the time. I have an extreme phobia of vomiting today [emetophobia if I am correct]. Women around me were tortured, raped all the time to the point we didn't feel anything, we didn't care and the desire for death was so strong that I have it today too. I have severe depression since I was a child, anxiety and paranoia. I remember vividly myself standing on each of the shoulders of two women. We were naked and very dirty. Beneath me, between the two other women, was positioned a sharp wooden instrument with the tip pointing upside. If the women got tired and bended, I would have fallen on it, piercing me in my reproductional organs. If I had fallen myself, the same fate would have fallen upon me. And I did, it was a painful, prolonged death, I felt I was dying for days. I know the people. My ex-girlfriend who was obsessed with the nazis tortured me in this life too, psychically. I have a strong desire for a relative of mine which is rather sinful but we believe we were married in our past life. He had the same dreams as me, I know for sure because he told me about them before I did to him.
This post is rather long but since the only people who would believe me are here, I hope you find yourself in my story too.

I also have vivid memories of being in a camp, it was horrible. I was in Auschwitz-Birkenau and also, at a later point, Buchenwald. I remember horrible experiments and torture. I believe I died in Buchenwald after being a fugitive. I was a gay Romani boy who fell in love with a man who ended up becoming an Officer. It has been a lot to process, there are a lot of confusing feelings and memories. Almost everyone I encounter was a soldier or officer of some sort, you are the first I've seen other than myself who was a prisoner. How have you coped with these memories if you do not mind me asking?
 
Thanks, KenJ!
I posted about the soldier as part of a willingness to accept my shadow sides and the complexity of the human experience. A person can only do so much penance, and at some point needs to get back to living, doing the best one knows how...
 
If anyone is interested, I've made a survey that I would desperately love some feedback from. I've noticed some particular similarities between myself and a close friend of mine who was also on the German side of WW2.

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/2VLFWVY Here's the survey, it's only ten questions long, and it would mean a hell of a lot to me if anyone would be willing to take it.
Hi Klaus. Do you just want people who remember being in the German military during that time to fill it out? Or can others (who weren’t German military personnel) fill it out as well?
 
If anyone is interested, I've made a survey that I would desperately love some feedback from. I've noticed some particular similarities between myself and a close friend of mine who was also on the German side of WW2.

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/2VLFWVY Here's the survey, it's only ten questions long, and it would mean a hell of a lot to me if anyone would be willing to take it.
Done! I smiled at the latest questions about the german language, this survey seemed tailored for people like me :D
 
Hi Klaus. Do you just want people who remember being in the German military during that time to fill it out? Or can others (who weren’t German military personnel) fill it out as well?

Absolutely, feel free to fill it out regardless just, if you can state somewhere who and what you were. It is aimed a bit more at military because that's largely what my group is comprised of but, it's definitely open to anyone who fits the bill.
 
Done! I smiled at the latest questions about the german language, this survey seemed tailored for people like me :D

Wonderful, thank you so much! I've been meaning to write you myself at some point but, I've been hesitant as I don't exactly know what to say, and don't want to be the 5000th person to bother you with the same questions.
 
Hello everyone. :) , thanks for letting me in.

I am new to this forum. I am 20 year old male, living in India.

Like many here, i also have vivid memories of fighting in WW2. I was a German soldier in my past life. I also feel a special affinity for german language. I remember fighting in battle of stalingrad. I dont remember if i survived the war.

In this life, i have a fear of shotguns and extreme fear of being locked up in a room ( maybe that means i was kept as a POW). I still have some nightmares regarding the war and bloodshed.
 
Hello Sk17, thanks for posting. There are quite a few recent members who recall WWII that you may have noticed. Are there any other details that you recall?
 
Hi SK17,

Welcome to the forum!
It's not easy to live and remember relatively fresh memories from the battlefield.
I am interested to hear more about your story.
 
Hi, Kenj and fireflydancing!

I was probably posted in some good location before and was send to stalingrad as a punishment for some disobedience. I also remember i perhaps was in battle of france in 1940. We underestimated the russians. We thought we could easily get stalingrad in a few days like France. It was a bloodbath. Russians fought like rabid warewolves. Conditions only worsened. We were short of ammunations and food. Hitler kept promising more supplies. But the supplies were meagre.

I was perhaps in my late 20s. I went crazy and had delusions. Most of all i worried about my wife. I was starving, dead bodies were all over the place. I had diarrhea, my officer told me if i removed my pants - i would freeze to death. I saw men freeze to death. Some starving soldiers started eating dead soldiers. I wanted to run away from all of this and back to my wife. But they shot soldiers who deserted.

The battle was fierce. Some people were missing their arm, some a leg. Some were just screaming and screaming from the pain. They wanted to go back to their family. Some shot themselves to end the agony.

Last thing i remember was surrending to the russians. But perhaps my ordeal had just begun. I dont remember much after that. I dont want to neither.

Looking back i knew that we deserved to die. i mean looking at how germans treated russians. We deserved their cruelity.
 
Hi Sk17,

That's heavy to remember when you're still young. How do you cope with those memories? Do you have friends or relatives that support?
 
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