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[Booming_Prairie_Chicken]

I am looking for ghost stories from the First World War; this does not have to be specific to any battlefield or campaign. This is a bit of curious research on my part. I have a friend who is doing historical research on the Battle of Verdun and has run into some interesting tales of apparitions and strange sounds. We would appreciate any references that can be provided to us.

[Zeus]

could you tell us some of the tales your friend has come across with?

[Polderheks]

I came across this one

[metellus]

I am looking for ghost stories from the First World War; this does not have to be specific to any battlefield or campaign. This is a bit of curious research on my part. I have a friend who is doing historical research on the Battle of Verdun and has run into some interesting tales of apparitions and strange sounds. We would appreciate any references that can be provided to us..

.I don't know whether this counts as a ghost story but it is certainly spooky. I lived for a total of seven years in France and traveled extensively in it. This included visits to some WW1 battlefields. However I cannot stand Verdun. I can bear to be there for about fifteen minutes, before heading off like a Formula 1 racing driver. I cannot explain this; both my grandfathers fought in WW1 and survived; they told me a lot about it. I've been interested in it since I was small, and for some reason far less interested in WW2. So why cannot I enjoy a visit to the Commonwealth War Graves Commission's beautiful cemetery at Verdun, the scene of so much history and heroism? A year or two later I found myself in Africa, entertaining a pair of young cavalry officers (Blues and Royals) who were driving across Africa by Land Rover. With one in particular I became very friendly: in fact it was more like catching up with an old friend than making a new one. I felt that I had known him for many years. He apparently felt the same. When I remarked on this to him, he said quite seriously: 'I think that we were friendly in another life'. Later I told him about my fear and loathing of Verdun. He had had the same experience. 'That's where i happened' he said. 'We were friendly on the Western Front and we were both killed, within a few days of each other, at Verdun'. He was completely serious.