Lost Behind Enemy Lines

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Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: United Kingdom
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Date submitted: Tue Oct 26 05:36:59 2010

Lost Behind Enemy Lines

In 1980 I had a series of dreams that made me relive Second World War experiences, which included an operation that ended in disaster, and this operation wasnt even released by the official secrets act until 2003. I also recall some dreams of a couple of trivial accidents in a harbour during the Second World War. There could very well be documented evidence about these incidents.

These stories are very detailed, and dont wish to glamorize war, but just give an accurate account of the visions I saw in my dreams. I usually refer to my past life visions between sleep as dreams. In these dreams I can see, hear, and feel, but most of all I can recall the thoughts of what I was thinking at the time. This is why I can recall the fine details of the dreams. Unfortunately I dont usually recall names, dates, and places, including my own name in these dreams. I hope at a later date I could undergo hypnotic regression to discover these other details, but first I would like to publish on the internet, what I can recall myself.

This website gives me a marvellous opportunity to publish these stories before any more evidence can be found, and hopefully provide evidence of past lives.

More recently I have received fresh dreams of this life time, so I will include them in this story to give a more detailed profile of the person I once was. In the dreams; going back before the war I studied at university. I remember always being late for French. I remember trying to catch up and find the place in the book we were reading. Apparently I was paying my way through university by working part time in the catering industry; it was causing me to be late for some classes. I was having difficulty with love life, because while I had a crush on one girl, her friend had a crush on me. So it seems love for me escaped through my finger tips.

Only this year I received a dream during the preparations before invasion. I seemed to be in charge of a company of men training, and experimenting in and around a harbour.

In the dream, we seem to have commandeered a wooden motor launch or speed boat. I was sitting in the passenger side of the front cockpit, and the driver sat on the right hand side, who was a well built soldier. For some reason the boat began to flood. What may have happened is we struck debris while out at sea. By the time we limped back into the harbour the water was up to my waist. We intended to beach the boat before it sank, but I didnt think we would make it. So I came up with the idea of jumping out of the boat at the steps to lighten the load.

Now a boat half full of water becomes a bit unstable, it tends to roll easily. When I jumped on to the steps, I unfortunately rocked the boat, letting in enough water to sink it. The driver held on to the steering wheel and disappeared beneath the waves. He was only fooling around though, and reappeared a few seconds later.

The last scene of this unfortunate event was when I inspected the men afterwards. The men were all dressed in black, as if they were special combat forces. I felt a little guilty, because the driver was soaked from head to foot, while I was only soaked from the waist down.

On another night the dreams continued the story. The following day we were scheduled to test a self inflating rubber dingy. Now when the military schedule a test it goes ahead come what may, what ever the weather. And on this particular prearranged test it was blowing a gale force wind.

We carried out the test from the outer harbour wall, close to where we sunk the boat the day before. All we had to do was unstrap the dingy and open a gas valve to a bottle of compressed air. We then cast the dingy into the harbour tied to a length of rope. The dingy was bright yellow in colour. It must have been designed for commercial application, but its design was to be adapted for military use. The test was a success and the dingy inflated as planned. Disaster only struck when we attempted to haul the dingy out of the harbour. A gust of wind snatched the rope out of or hands, causing the dingy to be blown skipping across the harbour, and then between an inner piers support pillars, and then across the inner harbour. To my right I could see a lady standing near us, laughing at the spectacle.

The next scene in the dream I was standing in front of the harbour masters desk in his office. He was cordial but angry. While complaining of the two accidents in as many days, and damaging some ones roof, he turned the harbour logbook around so I could read it.

He had reserved two facing pages to entre our accidents, and had only filled in the right hand page with the details about the dingy. The left hand page was kept empty, while waiting for the report of the boat as soon as it was recovered. I may have had to sign the book to agree with the report, but I cant be sure. I know we were fined £35.

There well may be a surviving Second World War harbour log book detailing the facts about this story, if so it would be an exiting find, and go towards proving proof of past lives.

Now back to the dreams or visions of 1980. This next set of dreams base them selves in occupied France during the Second World War, and contain violence. It is not my intension to glorify war. I am only faithfully recalling what I have seen in the visions.

I was on patrol with a unit of between thirty and forty men behind enemy lines in occupied France. I felt I was a subordinate in the command structure, and was no longer within my own command. I had transferred to another unit and was now of equal rank to the rest of the men. Our mission was to disrupt the German lines of communication and transport. We were involved in destroying bridges, and cutting railway lines.

We were patrolling through a track in the forest when we reached a T junction, and made a left hand turn up a slight incline, when without warning a volley of shots were fired from the front of us. Men all around me fell to the ground. I couldnt see the German soldiers who fired the shots, they were too well camouflaged.

Instinctively everyone ran back down the hill. As I ran down the hill towards the junction, I caught a glimpse of a German helmet hidden in the bushes in front of us. I realized we were heading into another line of fire. So I veered off to my right, and dived for cover into long grass near the corner of the junction. Almost immediately a machine-gun opened fire just beyond this point, its bullets cutting the grass just above my head, and pinning me to the ground.

It took a few moments to compose myself, and start to think clearly, I remember praying not to die like this. The thought that went through my mind was, we had been betrayed, because the Germans waiting in ambush knowing we would pass through this way.

I was armed with a sten gun, which only had the accuracy of a short range weapon. The Germans had surrounded us, and to make my escape, I needed to break through their perimeter, so I started to crawl towards the machine-gun. When I was close enough, I pulled back the bolt on the Sten gun to prime it, and took out a grenade. I then pulled out the pin, after briefly waiting for a pause in the firing, I let go of the grenades lever. I then counted to three, and then tossed it into the machine-gun nest. After the explosion, I immediately followed through into the machine-gun nest ready to finish off the gunners, but they were already dead, so I stopped myself from pulling the trigger in order to save bullets.

My plan had been to make my escape and run into the forest, from what had become a massacre. But I noticed I was now on the enemy flank, and they hadnt noticed me, or that the machine-gun had been destroyed. They lay flat on the ground forming a straight line behind their cover. This gave me the opportunity to take out the enemy line of fire at the bottom of the hill. Some of my fellow soldiers were still alive, and still fighting. I needed to help them if I could.

I ran to within several feet of the enemy and trained my Sten gun across their backs in a single long burst trying to make every bullet count. After I stopped firing, a large German rolled over and tried to shoot me with a rifle, but I knew I still had ammunition left in my clip, and I killed him with another quick burst.

I didnt waste any time, and I looked into the clearing to find out how many of my comrades were still alive. I beckoned to the survivors to make a break for it. Several men broke cover and ran towards me, but sadly, only two of them made it. They ran past me, and I followed them into the forest.

We had survived the ambush, but we were only a small part of the unit. We had no maps, no radios, and we were now completely lost. Our only hope was to make contact with the resistance.

The rest of the dream was like a confused blur of being hunted, while trying to find our illusive salvation from people we couldnt identify.

The same year, but on a different night the story continued. We had found help from an unlikely source, a gypsy camp. I remember being inside a gypsy caravan with a young woman. We were both undressed, while the Germans searched the camp. She was deceiving the Germans by pretending that we were making love. A German soldier armed with a submachine-gun opened the door of the caravan as he stood half way up the steps, and peered in. The woman embraced me, and kissed me on the lips as we stood up the far end of the caravan. I felt vulnerable and defenceless, because I didnt have my gun, and expected to be shot at any second. But the ploy worked, and the soldier searched no further.

We had been searching for the resistance, and had been lucky. I dont know how we found this camp, but the woman was with the secret service. We felt help was at hand for our return to England. But just as much as we needed there help, they needed ours too. They needed us to carry a communication back to England with us. They worked out the safest route out of occupied France, and that was across the Swiss border.

I received the final part of this story on another night.

It was night time, and we prepared to cross the border from France to Switzerland. This part of the boarder was in a remount area of the country side. I couldnt tell if we had help from the resistance to cross the boarder, but we at least had their help guiding us there. There was only two ways we could cross the boarder. We could try and cross no mans land, or through the boarder post its self.

I could see an opportunity to try for the border post. It was dark, and the border post was lit up with its lights. Our eyes had gotten used to the dark from being inside the forest, while the border guards probably couldnt see far into the darkness, making it possible to get close with out being detected. There were only three boarder guards behind barrier gate, who were talking to each other. On the right there was a tower, the guards there were listening to the other three. To the left there was a wooden building, we couldnt tell how many were in there.

The problem would be; if we made a conventural attack, the border post would become well defended, and the fight would become a stale mate. They would probably alert the nearest garrison, and we would be trapped between the border and what ever comes down the road.

The key to the operation was to neutralize the tower. The tower had the advantage of an elevated view, and equipped with a search light, and armed with a machine gun. Using the element of surprise, the plan was to get a man beneath the tower so he could throw a grenade into it, after taking out the guards at the gate. The only choice for this task was me, because I was experienced with the Sten gun, and it was my idea. The rest of the company would provide covering fire. They would mark the soldiers in the tower, and shoot at any soldiers exiting the gate house.

In the darkness we took up our positions. I approached the guards on the gate from the road, and try to get as close to the tower as I could with out opening fire. Constantly watching the guards on the gate and in the tower, I reached the point I was in range. But the guards hadnt seen me, so I continued towards them. I managed to get very close to them, so close I could have joined their conversation.

I was now entering the light, and one of the three guards finally noticed me. Startled, he started to slide his rifle strap from his shoulder. I immediately opened fire at point blank range shooting all three. I then ran beneath the tower as my comrades opened fire. With in moments more German soldiers came running out of the gate house taking up positions behind sandbags, and started shooting out into the woods without seeing me beneath the tower. I changed the clip in my Sten gun, even though it was still half full. I then threw a grenade into the tower, giving it the full five seconds in case I missed. Without waiting for it to go off, I fired in bursts at the gate house guards from behind one of the towers pylons. I was on their flank, and they had no cover from my position. My comrades swooped in throwing grenades through doors and windows of the gate house.

After the last grenades went off, everything fell silent. There was a great feeling of relief that it was all over, we had made it out of there. We now had an unobstructed walk into Switzerland.

Search for Proof

I received this last part in 1980. At the time, I couldnt find any Second World War stories that came close to what I dreamt. It wasnt until 2008 I found a possible match to the story on the internet.

I found a website that listed Special Forces operations with their code names, and I went through the list looking for a possible match to my 1980 dreams, and I discovered Operation Bulbasket.

Operation Bulbasket wasnt released from the Official Secrets Act until 2003. It details an SAS operation to slow down German reinforcements from the south of France reinforcing their troops in the north of France prier to the D-day landings in 1944. The operation was to disrupt enemy transport and communications across France, the same as my dream. The operation was successful, but towards the end they were betrade by a spy in the Marquis (The French Resistance group), also the same as my dream.

A group of 34 soldiers were ambushed going through a track in the forest, and 31 bodies were discovered buried some time later, suggesting three had survived. This again substantiates my dream.

Here are some quotes from the web sites, but there some conflicts between stories, but then whos right and whos wrong?

It was not all success for the SAS; German agents infiltrated the Marquis and led a German ambush of 500 men to surround the SAS base near Verrieres on the 2/3rd July. As the Germans searched the woods the SAS decided to make a run for it, 34 of them kept together and were escaping down a forest track when they were ambushed and captured.

It was a mystery as to what happened to them as some of those who ran managed to get out of the woods and make it back home to England.

As the allies pushed the Germans back they discovered the old SAS base near Verrieres and found a mass grave with 31 bodies buried, there were 30 SAS and one pilot who had been shot down.

The web sites can be found by Google by typing key words; Bulbasket 34 forest.

The gypsy woman probably was an SOE agent (Special Operations Executive). This organisation was set up by Sir Windson Churchill in 1940, and recruited foreign nationals as well as nationals. Document proof of this womans existence may not be forth coming, as SOE was disbanded after the war, and there was also a fire at its headquarters at 64 Baker Street London, destroying many of the files. But many of SOE retained agents moved to MI6 in 1946.

I hope this story hasnt caused any body any offence ether from the armed forces or Germans. I only wish to faithfully recall what I believe is a past life experience.

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