Both of My Grandfathers were in Viet Nam, and saw more than a few strange things.

There's a lot to feed on for the paranormal, so many forces like to try and do what they can to cause war... There're other reasons for otherworldly creatures to get involved, but I don't claim to know all of them... Some of them get involved in politics, or whatever, just to stir shit up. Others get involved at the behest of human sorcerors.

There are still some who get involved to try and stop it all, especially the problems caused by paranormal scavengers and whatnot...

This place sure has turned colourful since I was away.

Colorful as in font, or in language?

Haha, colour.

Not yet, but inquiring minds will, sooner or later.

Sooner, later, either which way, as Ron says, Ain't nuthin' that can't die.

You care for tales from ‘Nam? I can give you one or two. Too bad I can’t verify the veracity of this tale, but here it is, anyway. It was a campfire told by my uncle Al at all the family outings, told mostly to scare us little kids. It was during his time in ‘Nam, when he and a bunch of others were hunting the Cong. He and his crew came upon a village, one of the many that had been slaughtered.

They went through the bodies, searching for survivors, searching for evidence of who had done it. Sound simple, right? Not so much so, when you consider it was the dead of night, and they couldn’t use any lights brighter than a candle’s glare, which in itself would have drawn too much attention.

While they were searching the bodies, Uncle Al says he saw something moving at the far edge of the slaughter, poking and prodding at the bodies. He thought it was a Cong, as he swore up and down a butter knife it was bipedal, crouched as it was and pressing its face against the corpses. A ripping sound came next, and he described it the same way he described how the most brutal of soldiers cut away the flesh of villagers sounded. Only, he said this thing didn’t have anything resembling a knife or a blade. He said the thing was using its mouth.

More than one of the soldierboys verified the next part when they got together with the family, though they might have just been going for the “scare” factor. When they drove the thing off, the bodies that remained were horribly mutilated. Huge chunks of flesh missing. They tried to preserve the corpses for future identification, but the stench was so bad, they just burnt the bodies and fled into the night. But they all knew that thing wasn’t just a deserter. It had been scrounging around the field of slaughter for one thing.

Bodies.

And they swore it was eating the bodies.

Like strange "moaning" sounds reported by guard posts that came from just outside the wire at night? Or the junk scavengers that didn't have a signature on a T.O.W. missile's thermal sight? Or the large shapes seen breaking the surface of a lake about 10 miles west of Al Fallujah? I doubt anyone will say much about it.

Guybrush Threepwood wrote:Like strange "moaning" sounds reported by guard posts that came from just outside the wire at night? Or the junk scavengers that didn't have a signature on a T.O.W. missile's thermal sight? Or the large shapes seen breaking the surface of a lake about 10 miles west of Al Fallujah? I doubt anyone will say much about it.

There's perfectly logical explanations to those. Among them are soldiers feeling ill but suffering in "silence," technological malfunctions, and waves breaking.

By the by, what do you want, Mr. Threepwood? And why would you want to leave after getting it?

Sick soldiers do not limp off at night to dies outside the wire and what type of malfunction would cause a thermal sight to only omit the heat given off by a body moving across it's feild of vision? As for what I want. I want knowledge.

Splendid. I want knowledge, too.

But sick and feverish soldiers have been known to wander off at night. As to what kind of technological function would not record a body, I cannot answer, for that is not where my expertise lies. But if there are any who believe machines never malfunctions is either extremely sheltered, one lucky potato, or lying.

My grandfather was a British agent working with the office of OSS in world war two. That was kind of how he meet my grand mother and if you like I can relate some of hes jernale entries he was not so post to do that but the druids of our order has long kept there own records in case governments might want to lose them when they worked for and with them. I can form the evidence he detailed in his records, about the vampires in the SS as well as the fact that some of the members of the SS where mages and practiced forms of magic. They did call forth things to use as weapons things that should not have been let loss up on the world. many of which still wander the world. doing gods now what, to gods knows ware, to gods know who. also a number of this mages where never found after WW2.

Not all of there Occult knowledge that they are thought or known to have had was every accounted for. There are also missing artifacts and other items of great power. where these people are know, what books and artifacts the may have in there possession is more then I can say. if there alive now and if they tough others there own twisted path to power. heaven knows there was enough murder in Gamay at the time that there was plenty of power. Many of them where wanted well it was thought they might still be alive for crimes in connection with the concentration camps and the final souliton...

I hate to point this out but honesty compels me to do so. there are a few orders of druids not so much my own that to a greater or lesser degree went to help the Nazi occultist. some of them had broken the laws of there orders hand had to be tracked down and dealt with... my grandfather did it, my father did it... and in the end that may have been why my father was killed.. so some times I wonder is world war two over or is it still going on in or shadow wars, or has it merely grown into something else..

So T-bird, how did your grandfather meet your grandmother? I am always in the mood for a love story.

My own homeland, Afghanistan, was neutral during World War II. It was ironically one of the quieter places to be while the rest of the world seemed to be burned. Before and afterward, well Afghanistan has never stayed quiet for long. A lot of particularly interesting stuff was happening around the time that Alexander the Great came to town and also in prehistory.

RAVEN wrote:So T-bird, how did your grandfather meet your grandmother? I am always in the mood for a love story.

Mom was an Army nurse, stationed in great Brighten at the time, they first meet when he put a friend of grand fathers back together after an op went south. then later she helped treat him. she kept things strictly professional though they had a friendship start then, she was a volunteer so she got there about the time the American Volunteers where flying with the RAF. Later they ran to each other in a pub and started a night of dancing and drinking which of course ended up in an air raid shelter