Lynnette
New Member
Hi,
I know this is not quite past life related, but am so curious and excited, I thought I would share it. Perhaps others have had a similar experience, or similar memories.
In my family, in WW2, the youngest son, I suppose he would have been my great, great, uncle, disappeared in WW2. The story handed down had always been that he had been taken prisoner by the Japanese, then disappeared from history.
Being interested, generally, in tracing my family history, I had searched for information on him, with no results, so cast him aside and had completely forgotten about him.
Then, very randomly a couple of nights ago, I started having some very strange dreams of being trapped in a tight space, feeling strangled, and tired, and on my last knees, hearing gunshots, and being resolved but terrified that I was going to die. I thought perhaps I was over tired from working so hard and was eating my supper too late. But at the same time I found I was suddenly and very incessantly thinking about him.
The day after I had those dreams, and out of the blue, my mother decided to visit and brought some very old family photographs to renew the guessing game of who they might have been. These included a couple of photos of a WW1 and WW2 soldier - we think they are the older brother of the son who disappeared. Coincidentally, there happened to be a WW display in our local museum, so we decided to take them along. Although the insignia on his outfits were a little fuzzy, the curator gave us some very broad ideas as to which regiments they might have belonged to - no guess there, they were local regiments -for the brothers.
But... I looked them up again anyway... and found him. Wow! What a story!
It turned out he was part of a regiment that was declared lost in action - on the 15th March - the exact date that I finally found him, and the date presumably when he was captured and subsequently went missing. From the prison camp, he was packed onto a ship and secretly transferred to dig an airfield on this island in the middle of the Pacific; and whilst no one knows exactly what happened - there were no survivors, it is clear they were worked to the death and subsequently massacred.
It completely blew me away. First, hoping his mother and sisters at the time did not know what happened to him after his disappearance. Second that he had been amongst not one, but two well-known events of the period. Third, that I had actually managed to finally find him. And fourth, that it happened to occur on the exact date to the hour that he had disappeared!
It begs the question, of course, was it all coincidence ... ?
I know this is not quite past life related, but am so curious and excited, I thought I would share it. Perhaps others have had a similar experience, or similar memories.
In my family, in WW2, the youngest son, I suppose he would have been my great, great, uncle, disappeared in WW2. The story handed down had always been that he had been taken prisoner by the Japanese, then disappeared from history.
Being interested, generally, in tracing my family history, I had searched for information on him, with no results, so cast him aside and had completely forgotten about him.
Then, very randomly a couple of nights ago, I started having some very strange dreams of being trapped in a tight space, feeling strangled, and tired, and on my last knees, hearing gunshots, and being resolved but terrified that I was going to die. I thought perhaps I was over tired from working so hard and was eating my supper too late. But at the same time I found I was suddenly and very incessantly thinking about him.
The day after I had those dreams, and out of the blue, my mother decided to visit and brought some very old family photographs to renew the guessing game of who they might have been. These included a couple of photos of a WW1 and WW2 soldier - we think they are the older brother of the son who disappeared. Coincidentally, there happened to be a WW display in our local museum, so we decided to take them along. Although the insignia on his outfits were a little fuzzy, the curator gave us some very broad ideas as to which regiments they might have belonged to - no guess there, they were local regiments -for the brothers.
But... I looked them up again anyway... and found him. Wow! What a story!
It turned out he was part of a regiment that was declared lost in action - on the 15th March - the exact date that I finally found him, and the date presumably when he was captured and subsequently went missing. From the prison camp, he was packed onto a ship and secretly transferred to dig an airfield on this island in the middle of the Pacific; and whilst no one knows exactly what happened - there were no survivors, it is clear they were worked to the death and subsequently massacred.
It completely blew me away. First, hoping his mother and sisters at the time did not know what happened to him after his disappearance. Second that he had been amongst not one, but two well-known events of the period. Third, that I had actually managed to finally find him. And fourth, that it happened to occur on the exact date to the hour that he had disappeared!
It begs the question, of course, was it all coincidence ... ?
