Was It Real?

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Story type: Past life
Location: Tulsa 47095
Source: Form Submission

I have never been one of those people who believes everything, and The idea that I am just a continuing life, of one who has been and past on before to me seemed well a little crasy, that was until a dream I kept having I was able to find documents that not only proved it to me but also gave me answers. Unlike the past life expierences I have heard about.

My past life was not an king, or other famouse person, but a person who's life was noted in a log found after many hours of searching through old documents at the Library of Congress.

In my dream I am a union soilder assinged to a artillery unit. I'm a luetenant and have ten cannons and crews assigned to me. I am approached by a Major who is pulling his infretry back out of the firefight. It is day 2 of the Battel of Chiccamagua, and we the union is not doing well. My orders are to stand and fight until we are out of amo and powder, or we are ordered to withdraw. My men and I are prepared to do all we can to stop the onslot of the Confederates at any cost.

By midday we are cut off from the calvery and infentry to our left and we can see the colors of the confederates from Mississippi, and Arkansas moving steady towards us. I order our cannons to fire for accuracy, when we are fired on from our left. I order the cannons moved into a U-formation so to cover our sided and to still fire down at the approaching Canfederates. A second wave of rifel fire comes in from our left so I order three of the cannons to fire that direction.

Suddenly a mini-ball strikes me in the right shoulder and I am knocked to the ground. Some of my men become scared and want to fall back. My Sargent tells me we are low on powder and cannon balls, and with the number of wounded we are not able to continue the fight. I order one cannon in each direction to be loaded and all other cannons plugged so they can't be captured and used against us. all remaining powder to be busted open and stacked behind the three remaining cannons, and a fire built near me. I order my men out and as they leave one offers to stay behind with me. I tell him no, and he tells me "Your a great man, more than your years Lt. Tollaver" he turns and runs into the darkness.

A few mineuts pass and I hear voices coming from in front and to my left. I get myself a torch from the fire and crawl to my cannons. I rebel yell signals the attack and I wait till I see them in the moon light. I toss the torch, and I wake-up.

It was some three years after I began having that dream that I was looking threw milatary records searching for Lt. Tollaver's name when I came across one listed as a Union Artillery officer. Listed as missing and presumed dead.