Well I'm told by my grandson that this is the place to tell of my experiences in WW2. Thing is, well, they involve what I consider supernatural beings, or spirits, or what ever you call them. Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe some of you folks can fill me in.

Is this the right place for them?

Brownie

A buddy of mine down at the VFW told me about this place so I guss it must be there old timer. Igot stories from my hump in-country that'll curl your hair no doubt. And I aint talking about what you see in movies about nam. I mean some real heavy shit that'll make you believe.

Lets hear it. We can trade war stories.

officer D.

Question, if I may? Does the term Gremlin ring a bell? That's what my great grandfather called them anyway. Nasty little buggers.

There are many people out there researching UFOs and alien visits throughout history. While I am most interested in UFOs and alien visits, I do not follow the history as closely as others. I am much more "hands on".

Still and yet, it couldn't hurt to listen to our elders for a change.
A retired friend of mine told me that he did a lot of top secret work in germany before and during the early stages WWII, and he told me about some of his encounters with the supernatural there. For instance, he spoke of the Schutzstaffel (SS) being dominated by Vampires while its parent branch, the SturmAbteilung (SA) was led by Were-beasts! and that rivalry and racial hatred between the two was what led to the execution of the SA leaders and the disillusion of the SA.

Now there's a cheerful thought; Nazi Vampires!

And who knows, some of them might still be around...

So, Watch your back and Good Hunting
Joseph Darkhold

A lot of those guys ended up in Argentina.

Latin America does not seem to be highly represented on this forum.

Good point, I'll ask some friends of mine for any news they might have.

Anybody have any stories about Foo Fighters?

After some research I found this

http://www.unmuseum.org/foo.htm

heh

I went into the Aboriginal outback recently following an entry in a journal my father left me. He had been part of a group in the US government that took possesion of german technical research as facilities were captured during the end of the war. This group later was pulled into and/or became operation "paperclip", but I digress... One piece he never followed up on was a genetic profile of a creature spoken of in aboriginal stories, and they had found enough evidence that "samples" had been taken to Berlin for research. After my tour as a Ranger, I went to school and finished my degree in anthropology, but I found this direct evidence of aboriginal legend facinating, so I went in search of these creatures, and found them! I do not belive them to be "supernatural" in any sense, but they did show definate aversion to sunlight and silver, as told of in the aboriginal stories. The findings went with a Mr. Allen Bell, a member of the PAB group who funded the expedition. After this finding, I belive I will spend a little more time with Dad's journals. and would be happy to check to see if there is any information that matches any current investigations...

Mine has already been recounted many times.

Well, I could recount the tales of many of Karlash's former wielders, many of whom fought with him in some war or another.

Well, during war there is great suffering and destruction. Something that supernatural evil is drawn to like a moth to a flame.

As for entertaining, yes there are many.

He, he he, sounds like you want to look in the archives, yess, the archives. War, either it does strange things to good mens mind's, or strange things are war on good men's minds. He hehehe.

Kei? Are you feeling ok?

She's turned giggly.

Aw damn, looks like Kei's gone a little crazy. And what archives?

Gremlins, ya, there were a few gremlins running around. Left the boys on the lines pretty much alone though, guess we didn't have enough toys to keep em interested.

The real pain in the ass was dealing with the "battlefield bums". about half the time you saw a bum out there he was either looting a body, or eating part of it. The boys said I was loco when I told em about the one I shot up on a watch rotation. Bum took two clips from my browning (still love a BAR) and still managed to crawl away.

I know that people are going to say I must have missed, but if so that would be the first and last time I ever failed to keep rounds on target.