[David]

Here is another one of many and it's a strange one.

I don't know if this was a dream or was born with this knowledge because it's something I have always known. Either way, it has always been a huge factor in my belief of life after death. I remember fragments but in detail of the invasion of the Philippines in 1942 and my ultimate death on the road now know as the Bataan Death March.

I do not know what my name was but I do know I did something with planes and supplies for the military base. It begins with me standing on a hill side talking to a buddy about our surrender to the Japanese. I did not want to surrender and argued against it but he had vastly more rank than I did and we were desperately low on supplies......

....We are marching down a trail to our surrender site to the Japanese. The trail is wide enough for vehicles but heavily wooded on both sides. As we pass between two trees, one on each side of the road, we all noticed our base commanders tied to the trees, stripped and bayoneted many, many, many times. It was at this moment I knew we were in some serious trouble...

....We came to a clearing and was ordered to form up in lines and drop our gear. Most of us did as we were told and the ones who argued to keep their water canteen were shot on the spot or beheaded.

....Walking down the dirt road was long, hot and very tired. Trucks would come down the road and the Japanese would randomly stab people as they drove by. I did not witness this but was told as the horror of news came up the line from behind me that a tank ran over a soldier after falling down. We were provided no food, water or bathroom breaks.

....I don't know what exactly got into me, maybe it was concern for humanity in general because I didn't even know these soldiers. Apparently a Japanese soldier gave two guys a canteen of water and they started fighting over it. I did not want to see them be harmed, so I stepped in to break it up and was promptly shot in the back. I remember falling backwards and hitting the ground. I think it was the happiest moment in my life because the horrors were almost over. As my vision faded, I thanked god that I was able to view the blue sky and tried to think of any family I had back home but the realization that I had none hit me hard.


I just noticed there is a thread for past lives so I'm going to add this over there as well.