Memorial Day seems like a wonderful day for the topic of the
sixth sense. Especially when it involves our United States Marines.
BoyChild #1 is a Marine who has done two tours in Iraq while
serving in the reserves. When he received the orders for his first tour, we were not
worried for his safety. We knew he would return fine. We were, however,
saddened by the milestones he would miss. His first daughter was just a few
weeks old when he shipped out.
His unit suffered heavy casualties on this tour. Five men
were carried off planes in flag draped coffins. Each time one of those lives was lost, I KNEW. I knew as soon as I woke up in the morning - before watching TV or checking my email. As expected, BoyChild #1
returned from his tour unscathed. He celebrated his daughter’s first birthday, purchased
a home, and settled back into civilian life.
A few years later, BoyChild #1 received orders for his
second tour. When he told me about it, I immediately felt a dark presence. I
knew harm would come to him but I could not describe exactly WHAT that harm
would be. However, I could describe the location of this darkness. It was not
in my head but rather, was a point just behind my right ear and shoulder. As
strange as it sounds, I sometimes waved my hand in the air back there trying to
clear the presence.
I could not share this dark feeling with anyone. I had to
endure them on my own. I WOULD NOT trouble others with my fears and I COULD NOT
share them with my husband. There was no need for both of us to worry about a
feeling.
In April 2008, we received notice about a pair of
casualties. The unit was in a convoy when the lead vehicle hit an improvised
explosive device (IED). Two young men in that vehicle made the ultimate sacrifice
and a third was injured. BoyChild #1 was driving the second armored vehicle.
According to his email update, he was about 30 yards behind the lead vehicle.
His vehicle was totaled but he claimed to be uninjured.
Both causalities were his friends. One was his roommate,
bunkmate, or whatever the correct term is. That man was from my husband’s tiny
hometown – a town which suffered heavy losses in the War on Terror. The father
of this young man and my husband shared much in common and this loss was
devastating to my husband. In addition to mourning the loss of a promising
young life, he also seemed to experience some guilt about his son’s survival while
another man with a very similar life would bury his own son.
Although BoyChild #1 initially claimed to be unharmed in the
explosion, a letter arrived in the mail shortly after. In his tiny printing, he
mentioned headaches, dizziness, and a constant ringing in his ears. Around the
same time I received this letter, I also realized that the dark presence which
had haunted me for months was finally gone. I knew BoyChild #1 would be ok.
Having a sixth sense can be helpful. If you can
interpret what this sense is telling you, you may be able to prevent harm to
yourself or to your loved ones. Unfortunately, my message is not usually clear
and this causes stress. It’s like chronic pain – always present and there isn’t
a damn thing you can do about it
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