Soldier validation - Joseph Scott from Pittsburgh, PA - KIA
Last night I tried a regression technique I found on the web, relaxing yourself totally then climb downstairs, deeper into yourself and counting down from 10 for the number of steps. You were meant to sit in a garden of your own making to rest and meet up with any spirit guides you might encounter or know of already. Then it was suggested to see yourself walk a corridor with many doors, you would be pulled to one and when you opened it there you would see a past life.
I didn't get as far as the garden I don't think, I don't know if I fell asleep or what, but I saw a man ahead of me at the bottom of the steps, he was wearing strange clothes, sort of plumped out skirt but it wasn't it was like shorts, like pumpkins with tights, the shorts things were red and yellow in the middle part of the design, the rest of them were black. He had a black top on (more is coming to me now as I type) and a white ruffly collar, he turned and looked at me, he had a greying beard, dark hair and then all I know is I saw myself in the war. Perhaps he was a spirit guide??? That's what I'm thinking.
It was a sunny day and I was standing in a half ruined town, I was looking down at a piece of paper that had positions and things on it there were other people with me but I didn't see who they were. All of a sudden, there was the start of a skirmish, all hell breaking loose, we were unprepared, missiles were flying in and gunfire broke out.
I saw myself crouched behind a low wall shooting at Germans, I turned to my right to see a rookie standing up, I don't know how I know he was quite new to us but he was frozen with fear. I remember running over to him, grabbing him over and down running down and making him sit. I was cursing very badly.
The next thing I remember is standing beside a jeep, I don't know if it was the same day and place. Looking down at paperwork again talking with a couple of men, the sarge and captain I think. Somebody shouted and I looked up to see missiles (could have been anything) coming over to our position, it went all dark after that.
The next thing I know is I'm screaming, not in pain or fear but laughter screaming, having fun. It felt like a coal scuttle, I don't know how big that is but something tells me it's not so big, I was sitting in amongst the coal and a girl only a little older than me is sitting on top of the lid stopping me getting out. She does eventually and I climb out into a big kitchen with a stone floor, I'm wearing a drab, dirty dress, I'm very young. I hear someone call "Maggie" and I turn round to see a woman standing, I can't see her face.
That was unexpected, I didn't hear an accent so I don't know where I was or when but the dress was down to my ankles.
I had asked for names or people, myself, places last night. I heard Pittsburgh, Patterson, Scott and Ardennes.
Feech had put the name Arthur to me but I felt warmer with Joseph, Joe because one of my boys used to take the mickey out of it calling me GI Joe and I used to get annoyed at him. This lad came to me two nights ago, his nickname was Lucky Luciano because he had been one of the luckiest men living when he should have been dead many a time. I was told there was a Lucky Luciano who had been in the mafia so I although I had never heard of him before I thought perhaps I had heard the name in the news or saw it so it wasn't real, wasn't part of this.
Well today I thought about it all, the information was easy to remember, I hadn't forgotten anything overnight. I've never had anything quite so clear before.
Pittsburgh, Patterson, Scott and Ardennes not in that order though I don't think.
Pittsburgh was where I was from not NY or NJ although I know I had been there. I put the Joseph with the Scott and did some looking.
There was a Joseph Scott who came from Pittsburgh, PA and was KIA. He was with the 115th infantry regiment of the 29th division the "blue and greys". He was on the beaches on D-Day and was also in the battle of the bulge. Before I looked I didn't realise that took place in Ardennes, I had forgotten everything I already had researched years ago. I was not a captain as I had thought, I was a corporal, I had been wondering why I was so close to my boys - I was still really just one of them, although in charge of them I never forgot my roots.
What confirmed it, the ultimate PING was seeing Lucky listed in the same regiment, also from Pittsburgh, his name wasn't Luciano, it was Lucchino, Private first class Dominic Lucchino and I now realise I called him lucky Luciano because he called me GI Joe, to get him back he hated it. He had also been killed in action, I had told Feech he had died in the war before I had the proof, he came to see me you see, with his famous smile, the joker of the bunch, shortish, wiry dark hair. I remember being so happy to see him, he was in his uniform too as I last saw him and when he turned to walk away I called his name out for ages. I didn't want him to go.