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Ghost Stories – World War I Soldiers Find Their Way Home

August 27, 2014 by admin Leave a Comment

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A collector from Brussels purchased several pieces from Blake’s gallery last week. We traveled there together to make a romantic getaway of it, and as a side trip, we stopped in Ypres. Little did I know that I would be starring in ghost stories – World War I soldiers find their way home.

If you’ve never been, Ypres is an extraordinary experience. Ypres was nearly destroyed in WWI and every piece of land is a former battlefield. And, as you might imagine, there are lots of soldiers left behind. Young boys who were 19 over 100 years ago.

http://www.toerisme-ieper.be/en/page/334-349-355/hill-60-an-authentic-great-war-site-in-the-ypres-salient.html

We started our visit at Hill 60, a battlefield that lined the Western Front. As I stepped onto the soft green grass, echos of soldiers yelling commands filled my ears. I turned in their direction and saw hoards of soldiers running toward me in full regalia. Rifles drawn but not ready to fire.

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They wanted help.

Stranded for more than 100 years, these boys were looking for a way home.

http://www.beneathhill60.com.au/background.htm

“She’s here!” they yelled. “She’s here!”

As quickly at they ran to me I guided them to the other side. When one unit crossed over, another charged me and I crossed them over as well.

I had the strangest feeling that I was returning to my friends and brothers, helping those who had been left behind. I don’t specifically remember a past life in WWI. But there are flashes of memories here and there. I definitely felt these men were my brothers in arms. Maybe I had been there.

I stayed with the same process until no one else ran toward me and the area was empty. A silent breeze blew over the hill. And now that all was quiet on the Western Front, I knew it was time to leave.

 

 

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