Children With Memories of Deceased Pilots & Air Crew

0:00 – Introduction
05:03 – WWII Fighter Pilot - James Huston Jr.
19:17 – WWI Fighter Pilot - Unknown
24:48 – WWII C17 Gunner
38:00 – Credits and Afteraction

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“Echoes of Time”, “The War is Not Over”, “Necro”, “12 Rooms 12 Vacancies”, “Left Alone”, “The Lost”, and “Be Still Now” used by kind permission of CO.AG

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[punxammo]

My mother in law has a saying. “The reason why you’re fascinated with a certain time period, is because you died during that time in a past life.” This has turned my incredible interest in the Ostfront 42-45 into one of terrifying thought.

[charliemopic]

I was born in 1965 and my son was born in 1997.

I had never thought much about reincarnation until after the birth of my second son. About the time my second son was about 5, we were playing in the back yard hen he suddenly stopped and said "Isn't the weather here warm and nicer here than in England?" I just looked kind of surprised at him and thinking what the heell is he talking about? I said I'm sure it is, being that we lived in Southern California at the time. A few weeks later my son asked me "Daddy do you remember when we died in the war?" Now I will say that my son had never watched any war movies at his age. and I had no idea where this was coming from.

On a side note just until my son was born I would have very vivid dreams of being in a foxhole with other soldiers dressed in WWII British uniforms when it was hit by a shell. At the point the shell hits and explodes the dream suddenly ends every time and I wake up.

A few weeks later my son brings up the war again and says he remembers we were friends and when we died in the war. I asked my son what he he was talking about. He says you remember, we were friends before and, a bomb killed us. I asked where did this happen and he said France, I then asked well what as my name then, and he giggled and said Jack. I then asked what his name was then, he said it was the same as now, George.

Every now and then he would bring up we were friends before, in the war. About the time he turned six he stopped talking about it. When he got older into his teenage years he became fascinated in World War II history. I asked him a few years ago about what he had told me as a kid, and he just looked at me like I was crazy.

With the memory of my vivid dreams and his insistence at such a young age that we were killed in the war, I have come to believe we were friends before in another life and have come back together to share the same family in this life.

[EntryLevelLuxury]

I used to joke that babies cry so much because they're so confused at how they randomly turned into a baby.

[Heather_Grey]

If ever I was going to believe in reincarnation it would be when my nephew was little. He corrected his mother when he was barely over a year and a half old. He could hardly talk, but when my sister-in-law pointed to a farm vehicle and said, "Look Will, a tractor." He looked and said, "No. Combine." Then at two he was sitting in the kitchen when I wondered how wheat kernels got separated from the stalks and he just started talking about this machine called a thresher. I googled it and he correctly explained all the mechanics. I asked him where he learned all that and he shrugged and said, "I'm a farmer."

[JordanDavila]

My parents often tell me the story of my "episodes" when I was a child. They hear me screaming, yelling, and cursing in an older southern accent. One that stood out to my dad was I said, "colonel you never should have shot at me".

[sharonrigs]

When I was very young (5ish) I had a reoccurring dream where I would be standing in a ditch with a bunch of other boys. The ' teacher ' blew his whistle and we all jumped out of the ditch and ran until we fell down.
A couple years later, I learned that my Great Grandfather died during the first week of The Somme in 1916.

[thomasniemeyer]

Until he was 4 or so, my younger brother refused to go up or down stairs. When asked, he would say "Remember, I died falling down stairs".

[Rot_Leo]

I am a 21 year old man from Sweden. I have a vivid memory of myself in the soviet army, where me and my squad/group of other soldiers are on a hill in a small quickly dug in trench/fox hole. It is night time and most of my… shall I say comrads? Are sleeping. My role is a maxhine gunner and I am operating the DP-27/28 I believe, also known as the dinner plate gun. I remember sitting there in the cold freshly dug up dirt, machine gun resting on my left, looking up at the stars. Suddenly I am hearing light footsteps. As I listen for a few seconds I realise there have to be germans sneaking up on us. Without any hesitation I pick up the gun and start emptying the gun down hill where I assumed the footsteps where coming from. I start to hear screaming and in the gun flashes I can see several germans running for their lives. When the gun is empty my comrads, of course freshly woken by the sudden gun fire are confused and I remember one started shining a light down hill. There was still 2 or more people screaming in agony down hill. And I remember there were atleast 8 dead people om the hillside. I also remember our squad leader telling me I did a good job, followed up by the rest who also told me I was good looking out for them. Thr guy on the night watch got a lot of shit though. I remember feeling so empty inside. 2 guys went down hill with rifles to finnish the last ones off. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, I was stuck thinking about the lives I had taken. I wish I could remember more from the previous life but I can not. Why this experience? Probably because it was the most traumatic. I remember how my ears were ringing and the anxiety and dread, I felt like I ripped a whole theough the fabric of the universe and time as I killed those men, the screams of agony where devestating. Thank you for reading this, I am not expecting anyone to believe me about this.

[lisaloo]

Back in 1972 my husband was a newly minted airman, and a couple of his Air Force buddies got together one evening and, on a lark, one of the guys said he was practicing being a hypnotist. My husband and these guys were all in the medical field and pretty skeptical, so my husband volunteered to be his guinea pig. He says he remembers the guy having him close his eyes and do some deep breathing, and slowly his mind became foggy and then the guy ask him to look around and see what he saw. The fog cleared and he was looking out the left waist gunner position. He could feel the fur collar of his flight suit, and his hands were on the 50 caliber MA2. He could feel the freezing cold air on his face. He looked out the window and saw an ME109 angling toward him. He said he then saw twinkling from the enemy plane firing on them. The guy panicked and brought my husband back out. Those guys worked together for another 4 years and never spoke about it again.

[SCRBGRD]

I thought this was just a coincidence. I was born in 1998. I've had memories I didn't experience personally since I was young. Like someone else's memories. I've had an extreme knowledge retention and interest in the time from the mid 1930s all the way until 1944. June 6th 1944 to be exact. I've had numerous dreams of being shot in my right shoulder and falling into the sand at Normandy. Every time I think about it or see photos of Normandy get teary eyed for no reason. It becomes very difficult not to cry. Like a pain that wont go away. Every ww2 veteran I've met brings me feelings of pure joy I've never felt before. Like seeing an old friend. I always ask for 2 things; a picture with them, and a handshake and/or a hug. I always say thank you. They always say thank you in return.
Thank you for finally giving me an answer. Never thought I'd get one. I've also never mentioned that to someone in fear of someone thinking I'm crazy. Now that I know others have experienced the same. I'm grateful not being alone.

[livewirek]

This is the first time I can say, "I have had this experience". I remember being a soldier at war, I was in a patrol carrying an AK. It was at night, bright full moon, patrolling and crossing rice fields. we came across a irrigation ditch or small slow-moving river. about 12' wide and a few feet deep. I was carrying my AK above my head to keep it out of the muddy water. A bright flare was fired into the sky on the opposite side, followed by the flashes of gunfire. Next, I was face down in the river and the reality of my end was setting in. I thought to myself, this is it, I'm dead as my spirit rose above the ground.

Believe it or not, this memory is seared into my mind.

[Shipwright]

I dunno about past lives, but when I was really little, my mom says she'd find me alone sitting laughing my head off for no apparent reason, and when I was asked why, I'd say "My Grandpa is so silly!" He died before I was born, so I never met him.

Later on in my early twenties, when me and dad had a really bad row, I remember when I got inside a picture flew across the room, and my dad said a tool levitated in front of his face. The following morning I woke up in tears in a cold sweat after seeing both my grandfathers in my sleep, and they told me how disappointed they were with me and dad for fighting and for us to knock it off.

Lastly, when my dad passed away, not three days afterwards he was standing there plain as day when I stepped out of the house, looked at me and smiled and we had a running conversation for 5 minutes straight. First thing he says? "What's the matter, son, you look like you've seen a ghost."

The really screwed up part? He told me once he saw grandpa like that after he died. Dad did something dumb and he looks up to see Grandpa standing there chuckling at him.

[turroshmak]

This subject definitely deserves a part 2.

[DBAllen]

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”

[mattm]

I had a dream about dying in WW1. It's the most vivid dream I've ever had and I woke up in pain from where I was shot. I'll never forget that.

[MichalisG]

Patton himself shared similar beliefs. Though he was a Christian, he claimed that in past lives he was a solider - From Alexander the Great's armies to the Napoleonic Wars.

[darshe]

I worked with Bruce (the dad of James) for years at a helicopter company out of South Louisiana, he was in our HR Dept. Cheers from Texas❤

[suedavenport]

I’m 73 now and my eldest son is 45 but we both have a very vivid memory or three, lol, of us both sitting on a grassy hillside in the Scottish Highlands overlooking a small lake. I’m in ancient dress, he is wearing a kilt and I’m sitting on his plaid. Between us both is his, and what was his father’s and grandfather’s, sword. I have three sons in this lifetime. My eldest and youngest have known each other before, the middle child is new and, strangely enough, doesn’t “fit” at all. We have SO many of these vivid memories/experiences together, it’s almost accepted that our “family” has been around for a very long time - all together still. Love this channel!

[Mayorof]

I was 79AD Herculaneum. Male child. I can tell you and draw you the home that we were in at the foot of the volcano
We grew grapes on the side of the mountain. I could smell the sea salt in the air and see the bay from the window.
I wore a tunic. My bed was wooden and had straps to hold up the mattress. It was close to the floor. Night stand next to bed had my belt.
Sandals were placed under the bed so I could get to them.

I had a fever. Was told to stay in bed.
Next I remember that the mountain blew…. Mom and dad were gone…. I ran from room to room looking for them.

I huddled in a corner of that room from THE ROLLING CEMENT and died.
To this day I can’t wear makeup. It smothers me and I can’t breathe.
I remember such detail of the house on the mountain.
I died …. alone in that corner of the room.

I’m 68…. And still don’t wear makeup.

[eoindee]

Good evening from Ireland. I have a story and don't know what to make of it. Here's my experience. My grandad was an Irish soldier of ww1. He served in the Royal Engineers for five years and was one of the first to enlist in 1914. He was part of the Egyptian expeditionary force sent to defend the Suez canal. He was later deployed to gallipoli where he was wounded and evacuated which probably saved his life. He went on to serve in Palestine, Iraq, and was finally discharged from the British army in Damascus in 1919. Strangely enough, he was discharged on 26th June, which is actually my birthday. Anyway, I always felt an attachment to this great man, who sadly passed away three years before I was born.
It was always said in our family that I took after my mum's side...my grandad that I'm talking about here was her Dad. We have a photo here at home showing grandad in his uniform taken in 1914. Our daughter swears that I'm the spitting image of him although I can't see it myself.
Anyway, years ago, when I was still in my twenties (I'm 50 now) I recall a very vivid dream. As I type this I still see it in my minds eye. I am moving up uphill, and to the side of me are other men. The landscape is very arid, and there's smoke in the air. A sense of battle. Immediately thereafter, I am aware of being in what I only describe as a great hall, something like Westminster Hall in London. Again, I am in the midst of many men. We are all wearing khaki uniform. The sun is beaming in through huge stained glass windows and I look down I can see it reflecting on medals on my left chest. Then the dream ended.
I only ever experienced this dream once but still recall it vividly.
An older gentleman to whom I told this story before told me "You're seeing through your grandads eyes".
I've always been military minded (be there such an expression) and served as an reservist soldier here in Ireland)
I have a mole over my right eye which my late mum had, and so did my grandad. Is this significant? I don't know.
I'd welcome any thoughts that people may have. It was suggested to me once that I was the reincarnation of my grandad. Strangely enough, I was my grandmother's youngest grandchild and still feel a special bond to her. She never called me by name always simply referring to me as "My little fella". Is there significance to this?
Anyway my friends, make of it what you will. If anyone has any thoughts I'd love to hear your opinions.
I wish well to any of you good people who take the time to read my admittedly long comment. Best to to all from Ireland ❤.