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I can't remember never having the ability to see and hear things that most people don't. But then I can't recall having met anyone that remembers before they were born either. I just never forgot the passing over from here to there and back again. I don't however remember my past life, only a brief glimpse of it and that was the bit where I died. It was raining and we had been marching for days. \we had come down a road from the mountains and stopped in a courtyard where we had been given food, but we had to move on quickly as everyone was living in fear of the enemy. The food had been good, and we were tired, but we had to carry on the march. We left the courtyard through large double solid wooden gates onto a leafy road that wound down towards a coast road, people spoke french, I spoke French. We had marched for some time and the rain had stopped. Suddenly there was a shout from up ahead, and we had to get off the road quickly, we were running down the grassy hillside onto the beach twenty to thirty foot below, it was only low cliffs but we must have been too slow. We were on the beach with our back to the sea which was just behind us as the tide was high, and shots were being fired. I went down, then I stood straight up again; I bent to pick up my rifle and I found I couldn't pick it up. I tried two or three times but I couldn't grasp it, then I turned around and saw myself lying there on the ground and realised...