Post by pixarfan on Jul 13, 2011 23:26:39 GMT -5
Several years ago, I was watching a WWII-on-the-homefront movie called "The Very Thought of You" when the name "Charlie" came to mind, and I didn't know why, but jokingly thought it could've been past-life related since those WWII-on-the-homefront-movies make me tear up and sometimes give me chills (as do air raid sirens). I kind of put it on the back burner until I started dating a guy named Charlie (I'm a girl now) and remembered the incident.
I still felt very drawn to the era, second only to the 1960s-70s (results of which are inconclusive due to an apparent block. Drat). I still haven't been able to "see" anything myself, but thanks to sweetlunapie (thanks so much!!), here's who I was:
An American paratrooper in his late 20s (old for a soldier- the kind of guy my then-teenage grandpa would've called "Pops" in the Army), possibly named Charlie, from the Indiana/Michigan border. Dark blond hair, about 6'. I had a younger brother and was hit in the face by a baseball as a child. I had a girlfriend named Rosie Wendell (sp?), who had curly brown hair and kind of a Cheshire smile.
sweetlunapie saw me parachuting somewhere (unhappily) where it was hot in July of 1943, possibly Italy (later research showed that there was indeed an airborne invasion of Sicily in July 1943 called "Operation Husky"- cool!) She also saw me in playing pool in a bar with a couple of buddies.
This might've been in Italy or later, but the lower part of one of my legs was blown off, possibly by a mine or grenade, and I was carried to a makeshift green medical tent. There was somebody there named "Burton." Suddenly, someone from the Axis dressed in black came in and started stabbing everybody. I was slit in the throat.
(I haven't yet found any reference to an incident like this, nor which specific soldier this happened to, but we did find a "Burton.")
I'm glad I was drawn to this website through the Children's Past Lives board, even though I wasn't a Holocaust victim or Nazi (and feel, sadly, like I don't have much to add to the discussion, although I find it fascinating!)
A few weeks ago there was a History Channel documentary on the Battle of the Bulge that mentioned the 82nd and 101st Airborne divisions. My heart was racing- "Hey, that's me!"
(Truth be told, I find military maneuevers in history boring. I much prefer personal stories that show the more human side of things rather than the technical stuff that went on).
I still felt very drawn to the era, second only to the 1960s-70s (results of which are inconclusive due to an apparent block. Drat). I still haven't been able to "see" anything myself, but thanks to sweetlunapie (thanks so much!!), here's who I was:
An American paratrooper in his late 20s (old for a soldier- the kind of guy my then-teenage grandpa would've called "Pops" in the Army), possibly named Charlie, from the Indiana/Michigan border. Dark blond hair, about 6'. I had a younger brother and was hit in the face by a baseball as a child. I had a girlfriend named Rosie Wendell (sp?), who had curly brown hair and kind of a Cheshire smile.
sweetlunapie saw me parachuting somewhere (unhappily) where it was hot in July of 1943, possibly Italy (later research showed that there was indeed an airborne invasion of Sicily in July 1943 called "Operation Husky"- cool!) She also saw me in playing pool in a bar with a couple of buddies.
This might've been in Italy or later, but the lower part of one of my legs was blown off, possibly by a mine or grenade, and I was carried to a makeshift green medical tent. There was somebody there named "Burton." Suddenly, someone from the Axis dressed in black came in and started stabbing everybody. I was slit in the throat.
(I haven't yet found any reference to an incident like this, nor which specific soldier this happened to, but we did find a "Burton.")
I'm glad I was drawn to this website through the Children's Past Lives board, even though I wasn't a Holocaust victim or Nazi (and feel, sadly, like I don't have much to add to the discussion, although I find it fascinating!)
A few weeks ago there was a History Channel documentary on the Battle of the Bulge that mentioned the 82nd and 101st Airborne divisions. My heart was racing- "Hey, that's me!"
(Truth be told, I find military maneuevers in history boring. I much prefer personal stories that show the more human side of things rather than the technical stuff that went on).
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