Re: "WAR STORIES"
My Grandfather as a young man was walking home. At the head of the bridge that he was to cross he met an elderly neighbor woman of his. He held her arm and escorted her across the bridge. He couldn't remember why he hadn't seen the woman in some time. When reaching the other side of the bridge, the woman held his hand and made her goodbyes...then vanished right in front of him. Of course he instantly came to the realization why he hadn't seen his neighbor for some time, as she had died months before.
My Grandfather also had a visitation while in the North Atlantic during WWII. He opened his cabin door, and there was his Mother in a rocking chair...she looked up at him...smiled and then disappeared. He received notice via the Red Cross that his Mother had passed.
When I was in Basic Training (USAF) at Lackland AFB, TX (Jan 1983)...I was ordered to report to the Orderly Room. Upon doing so, I was dressed down by a TSgt for not writing home...(I was a Squad Leader and just didn't have time to write). He pulled me into an office along with another TI and broke the news for me to call home.
I learned that my Grandmother had passed away from a stroke. My Mother later told me in private that she was with Grandma when she passed. She told me that Grandma had sat up and yelled for me by name...made a "God-awful noise" and then collapsed dead. I have yet to "see" Grandma, but I am sure she has looked in on me.
When I was 10 years old, I went to the corner grocery to "buy" milk and cereal as an errand. I came to the light and signaled a left turn. As I began to make my turn, I was hit by a plumbing truck and dragged 75ft with my right knee locked up beneath the front left wheel. The driver was drunk and thought his "tire fell off", so he was taking his sweet time to drift to the curb. A gentleman had to pull out in front of him to get him to stop.
Fast forward to 1989, I was a Buck Sergeant serving a TDY/TAD at Nellis AFB for a Red Flag Exercise. My buddy and I were talking to each other...I asked about his Grandparents(they raised him); he asnswered "poorly, poorly"...(Tim was from WV). His Grandparents were very old and of failing health...he asked me about my Grandfather. I replied, that I didn't expect Grandpa to last through the year as of my last visit, he was very frail.
Well, this being Vegas...we came downstairs, and I was hailed by the deskman to answer a call. On the phone was my Wife...she asked if i was sitting down...I replied, "NO, Why, whats wrong with Grandpa...he's dead isn't he?" She was stuppified..."how did you know?" I was just speaking to my buddy about him.
Fast forward to 2002...I was awakened by a call from my Sister (1030pm)...I asked what was wrong? She had been sick most of her life with digestive diorders, depression, addiction to prescription pain medications, etc...She said that she didn't want to get sick again and was afraid for Mom and Dad (Dad was terminal from carcinoid tumor of the bowel that had spread to liver and stomach)...I re-assured her that she knew what she needed to do to not get sick...to eat right, take her meds and get some exercise.
She was upset...she said she loved me and I told her goodnight and we'll talk tomorrow. She died around 1100pm according to the Coroner...her Son had found her in the morning as he went downstairs to her room to get his homework (she would review it for him). He ran downstairs and yelled "Mom, I need my homework"...she replied...or as it were...he heard, "OK Honey, its in the other room"...he went and retrieved it..."Mom, where are you?" He looked in the bathroom and found her there dead.
That was at 0700...eight hours after she had died. My dying Father (PA/HMC USN, Ret) struggled down the stairs to the cries of my Mother..."I think She's dead!!! Dad confirmed it. I helped to carry her out of the basement when the Funeral Home arrived.
My Sister died June 06, 2002
My Dad died Sept 11, 2002
According to FaceBook...I will die alone in my bed Jan 29, 2056.