What happens to us after we die.. ?

Do you know death is understandably an uncomfortable subject one which we may easily avoid dwelling on ….

……for those men fighting in the midst of the Great War however they enjoyed no such luxury but while death itself was rampant and indiscriminantly across the Frontline trenches , there are instances where some of these men either died or avoided death in ways which were anything but normal what they encountered cannot be explained and so it is entirely up to our own speculation were they merely premonitions or perhaps hallucinations brought on by mental and physical exhaustion or were these men visited as they themselves Believe by something Supernatural .

Do you believe in ghosts ?

What about angels and demons ?

All things to consider while listening to these men’s stories about seeing death before it happened.

The Mist which hangs before you offers you a choice to to pass through or to escape beyond it, are stories which defy explanation and fly in the face of what we know to be real. It is a void of both reality and impossibility of both fact and Superstition, you alone are left to discern what to believe as you pass through what we call fog War while the average person’s experience with death may be attending the funeral of a loved one, for the soldiers who fought and bled on the front lines of the Great War, Death became a daily routine right under their very feet the Earth itself was drenched with the blood of the Fallen, their mangled bodies being buried and unburied by the constant churning of the land most assuredly these men quite literally stare death in the eyes the many faces of their lifeless comrades.

However, the diary entries of these men seem to suggest that death not only presented itself to them in the physical sense but also the spiritual and as bizarre as it seems there are cases where something not of this Earth interceded changing their fate guiding these men away from what would have been certain death. This first story comes from the Memoirs of a Canadian Soldier, a man who survived the war, his story later being Unearthed by Canadian historian – Tim Cook , a story Tim said that is one of the most Vivid Supernatural accounts he has ever come across in his 20 years of studying these Diaries, letters and Memoirs from men like these. The frontline soldiers of the Great War.  

Despite his best efforts sleep had continued to elude, though the Canadian was now a seasoned Soldier, catching shut eye on the front was an act far easier said than done, it didn’t matter how exhausted the soldier was, any attempt to drift away in Slumber could be so easily dashed by stray shells.. a sudden Call to Arms or the blissfully unaware snoring of a comrade, the rats certainly didn’t help matters, the critters relentlessly pestered the men nipping at both them and their rations while squeaking away at the sleep deprived attempts to fend off their tiny assaults. However, despite all these factors Will (the soldier)felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier, his exhaustion…seemed would finally win out but then… the entrance of this unwelcome visitor pulled will from the looming depths of sleep much to his annoyance, his mood didn’t improve when the man’s wet mud Laden footsteps made their way right over to his cot, pausing by his side. Thinking that this was a soldier coming to summon him for a shift on the line, will braced for the inevitable piss off . 

“What do you want ? it’s not my watch for another hour.” Said will. The face that will saw staring back at him in the dim flickering light of the Dugout was not that of a fellow soldier at least, not one in his unit this man smiling down at him seemingly amused was Will’s own brother Steve and yet it was this familiarity that chilled will to his core. You see Steve had been killed in action over 2 years earlier and yet here he was clear as day before will, no.. you.. how ..how.. you.. what.. what ..you ..Steve’s hand moves swiftly to silence his excited brother, soundlessly indicating with the other that he needed to be quiet as they sat there in the silence. will took note of the warmth of his supposedly dead brother’s hand as it muffled his shock. Steve looked gently into the widening eyes of his bewildered sibling bearing a slight smile he simply said get your gear and follow me and so without a word and  as quietly as possible will grabbed his kit, slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he hustled to catch up with his brother, as will stepped out into the open air, he quickly fell in line behind Steve who had marched out at a quick pace , through the winding network of trenches. However the further on they went the more uneasy will felt time and time again, he spoke to his brother prodding him with questions that went completely unacknowledged, where he goes Steve only faced forward never once turning to answer will as he marched on with a strangely unnatural rigidity after quite some time of following his brother through the trenches will saw Steve around a corner, steps ahead up turning to follow his sibling will was taken aback by the sight of a now empty trench before him. Steve? Steve? it seemed Steve had completely vanished, no trace of the man remained.. Steve? will called for his brother desperate pain …Whispers going tragically unanswered in the night indeed the soldier was now  all alone, now emotionally and physically exhausted will felt the slumber at once proved elusive began to overtake him like the enveloping Embrace of a warm blanket…. for the very first time on the front, will effortlessly fell asleep… what the hell? morning sweetheart !! have a nice sleep, I’m losing my dear mind!! his mind swirling with the thoughts of the night’s encounter, there was little will could think of to rationalize what he saw, what he felt with the very tangible warm palm of his supposedly deceased brother’s hand slapped firmly over his mouth could it have all been a bizarre waking dream perhaps some state of psychosis brought on by frayed nerves and looming fatigue whatever the case will couldn’t afford to dwell on the matter, the day was young and War didn’t stop for anyone. okay okay got to go back got to go back he began winding his way through the trenches back towards his Dugout the closer will Drew to his war dug out… however it became apparent that something was very very wrong… the devastating sight that befell will was something that once again chilled him to the core. The very Dugout that he had been tucked away in mere hours before was now completely obliterated, the remains of the structure as well as the men held within it were viscerally scattered about the trench and crater that now marked their place there were no survivors. Will looked upon the scene of Carnage before him mortified and dumbfounded, someone or something had chosen to save him that night, get your gear, a guiding hand reaching from Beyond to pull him from the grasp of imminent… at the face of his Fallen brother faintly lit by the dugouts Lantern in the night was something that would stick with Will for the rest of his life… the soldier would lament on the tale many years later in a 1968 Memoir, aptly titled ghosts have warm hands as incredible and outlandish as will’s surreal experience may appear such apparitions it seems were far from uncommon.

 If dozens of personal correspondences and official military reports are to be believed, spectral sightings of Fallen comrades and deceased family members were a widely experienced phenomena for the soldiers that experienced them such encounters chilling as they were, were oddly welcomed… one last goodbye from a good friend or as in will Bird’s case a sort of guardian angel still watching their buddies back in the afterlife.. In The Bleak often times hopeless despair of the Great War soldiers took comfort in such stories with many of these men being devout in their respective faiths, the hope of a life beyond death provided them a measure of comfort when surrounded by so much misery still while most of these encounters were seen as good Omens by Frontline soldiers there are a select few tales that say otherwise instead of guiding the helpless men away from danger somespectral sightings bore a darker more ominous Aura. I’m out bloody yet how much you got left not enough to keep this up I hope you’re B that sharp mate we’re bugging Tommy doesn’t get back here with the ammo yeah well I say it’s a pretty big if just keep shooting the thin British line had been battered for the better part of the morning though they had succeeded in taking the town a few hours earlier their heavy casualties in doing so meant that there was little more the remaining soldiers could do but dig in and holdout against the tide of inevitable German counterattacks thinly strung out amongst the ruins of the town the British fought stubbornly fending off the enemy despite their exhaust through the haze and smoke generated by the persistent fighting two British soldiers found themselves witnessing a distressing and Eerie sight.whoa whoa whoa oh the bloody out come from get out of the damn street hey Al seeming to quite literally appear from nowhere the unknown woman didn’t react to the beckoning soldiers she simply stood there stoic and unfazed by the battle going on around her as her eyes fixated on the two British soldiers the woman’s appearance was a stark contrast against the town’s drab Devastation wearing a distinct vibrant blue skirt and Bonnet she was an older woman her face appearing weathered her eyes looking tired the men were perplexed even the Germans it seemed had stopped firing hi she knows there’s a war going on right all thing could be shell shock for all we know we’ve got to get her out ofthere all right all right what we going to do sh me boy you Lake sorry guys had a take back there sorry you know any frog what why there’s a woman out there trapped between the lines have a look as the soldier now looked out at the woman looming in the haze his comrades noted a drastic change in his demeanor I can’t his face grew pale his eyes widening with fright and confusion trembling the young Soldier began to stand back up and then walk out into the open ignoring the protests of his fellowSoldiers the woman’s cold unyielding stair followed the soldier now facing her on open ground Tomy the young man was unreachable in his trans-like State slowly removing his helmet he uttered what would be his final haunting words that’s my mother I think she’s come for me Tommy through the settling smoke and Ash the Two Soldiers happened upon the remains of their comrade killed mercifully quick by the blast the woman in the blue skirt however was nowhere to be found seemingly Carried Away by the loomingHaze that surrounded the battlefield as the Two Soldiers lamented on The Surreal experience that befell them they couldn’t help but wonder if their fallen comrade in some way had been carried away with her soldiers have always had a deeply personal relationship with superstitions and those more other worldly influences on the natural world much like contemporary and past fighting forces the enlisted ranks of the great Wars armies were largely filled with men of honest humble means they were Farm handsFactory workers Miners and blue collar men who though educated were raised on Tales of mythical Legends and folklore the belief that a world beyond our own influences one’s fate was rif amongst the men of the first world war and when fate sent you a sign you damn well listened a common example of such superstitions was a soldier having some sort of Lucky possession on them at all times trinkets or articles of clothing that made the soldier feel that extra surge of Courage needed to hoist themselves over the top and Into The Fray so power ful were the men’s belief in such objects that losing one before a major push was seen as a virtual death sentence for the owner however it was sometimes said that fate would reach out personally to the men on the front bestowing upon them its ominous message a warning that death was coming the letters and Diaries of Great War soldiers are littered with Tales of comrades foreshadowing their own demise The Afflicted Soldier normally of cool nerves would suddenly find an overwhelming feeling of looming dreaddescend upon Him letting him know that try as he might his time was coming whatever befell these men had profound impacts on their everyday conduct for a while they’d seem detached from reality lost in the depths of their own mind until in many cases a calm air of acceptance washed over them more often than not it seemed this sense of lingering death proved eerily and tragically accurate all right P another say 10 m then we uh we’ll knock off yeah as a member of the first Australian tunneling company Corporal Albert Davywas no stranger to death these Engineers especially trained were tasked with some of the most nightmarish undertakings of the war digging deep below the battlefields above the engineers would tunnel their way across No Man’s Land placing explosives beneath trenches and strong points in Brazen attempts to blow holes in the enemy defense working in cramped spaces deep beneath volatile unstable Earth with the risk of Cavin and enemy detection ever present takes a unique breed of soldier one with ironhiy resolve and icy coolness flowing through their veins by all accounts Corporal Albert Davy was one such Soldier by October 1918 Davey was a 2-year veteran of the war distinguishing himself on countless missions beneath enemy soil despite the dangerous nature of their tasks Corporal Davy maintained a steadfast determined Spirit making him beloved by his men and greatly valued by his commanding officers in the Twilight days of the Great War there was little need for tunnelers massive Allied breakthroughs during the 100 daysoffensive had finally succeeded in Breaking the four-year stalemate brought about by trench warfare thus rendering their specialized task obsolete with the fighting now defined by rapid advances and greater freedom of movement the men of the first Australian tunneling company found themselves fighting shoulder to shoulder with standard infantry units though there was still much fighting to come an Allied victory was now all but certain with Whispers of a supposed Armistice making their rounds up and down the line the highly spiritedmen now began talking about life after the war starting families new careers opportunities and Adventures abound however it was during these final weeks that Corporal Davy grew eerily Sullen and withdrawn much at odds with his usual personal ity when pressed on the issue by his friends Davey just couldn’t explain what he was feeling only that it was overpowering and all-encompassing like numerous men before him Davy was certain that his time was up from the post-war writings of the unit’s commanding officer Captain OliverHolmes Woodward A peculiar interaction is recalled between himself and Corporal Davy on the cusp of a major push the tunnelers would be moving forward with the Infantry tasked with constructing a bridge over the somos Canal for tanks to cross it was here amongst the mustering forces that Davey approached his Co I had often heard cases cited of men having a premonition of impending disaster and we’ll tell you of a case that actually came to my notice Corel Davy one of my best ncos came to me andasked asked whether I would take care of his personal belongings and post them to his wife should anything happen to him I I spoke firmly to him told him not to be foolish we all stood that chance and had to keep cool and collected he replied Captain nothing you can say will remove the conviction that I will be killed will you please do me the favor I ask merely to ease his mind I consented and took charge of his personal effects the captain then watched as Corporal Davy moved along with the restof his comrades disappearing into a sea of uniforms moving as one before daylight broke next morning Corporal Davy had made the Supreme sacrifice he was killed by a shell while we were lying out waiting for zero in temperament corpal Davy was of the the calm type he was a soldier who was as Fearless as any Soldier can can truly be in war had never failed in carrying out his duties in a most efficient manner and inspired the confidence of his men there could be no suggestion of fear or Panic causing him to act as he did incoming to me more than a 100 years has passed since the guns of the Great War have fallen silent and still many myths and legends spawned .

From The Trenches continue to echo through time resonating with both historians and storytellers alike when interviewed about the wars spectral happenings many years down the line these men now far more seasoned in life and all its wisdom never once backpedal or revised their Supernatural accounts even in their youth Shattered by The Surreal horrors of War these men were expertly molded soldiers their minds and senses evolved to meet the many Terrors on the front soldiers who in order to survive relied on their ability to see interpret and react to everything around them to the utmost detail so what do we make of it when these very men themselves finally tuned weapons of war see the face of their long-lost comrades staring at them from the darkness how do we interpret the prophetic images that plague them in the night for telling an inescapable and grizzly end.