Gettysburg.......a haunted place.

It was Saturday, October 17^th 2019. My sister, her daughter, my
two brothers and their ladies, plus myself were making a two day
visit and exploration of mysterious Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

Oh what history defines this historic place. Large open fields,

interrupted by splotches of dense trees and underbrush….

all accentuated by boulders and rail fences….culminating in

a real landscape of beauty and wonder.

Silent cannons and statues standing guard now over the still

country side that had been rocked in 1865 by the largest

three day battle of that great Civil war. So many dead, wounded,

bewildered and shocked. We had made several stops along the

historic battle ground to walk, listen, photograph and to imagine

what it must have been for those who were there to see, smell,

and feel the horrors of war.

The sun was shining brightly as we drove slowly along the

battle field route…with little being said amongst our group

as we meandered the fields on this beautiful fall day.

I was sitting in the left rear seat, facing forward, scanning not

only out my window on the left, but also observing the path

coming forth through the windshield.

To my great surprise…. all of a sudden, I felt my left arm being

grabbed…between the elbow and my  left shoulder.

It wasn’t a pinch, or a brush…it was a solid grab. I jumped and

 at the same time blurted out a “hey!”

It was like the flesh of my left arm was actually being held

for half a second or so. Those around me asked what was

going on and I recounted to them what had just transpired.

No one in the car was responsible for what I had just

reported to them.

Now I had to process this all in my own mind. I have never

had any spasms, twitches, or anything of the like in any of my

extremities….this was a brief but powerful squeeze  as if a

school teacher in ‘the old days’ might be trying to get your

attention in school.

I thought about that occurrence for the rest of the day… and

for many days ahead. I have read of others who have visited

Gettysburg and experienced seeing or photographing some type

of unusual activity or figure on the battle fields…or in many of

the old homes in Gettysburg itself.

So what did I experience that day in Gettysburg? I can’t explain

it…..was it the spirit of a soldier lost or killed there trying to get  my

attention…for whatever reason? Perhaps.

I’ve always thought there is a thin line or veil between where we

are now….and where we will be going upon death.

I’ll go back to Gettysburg again someday. It’s a place you could

easily spend a week in, not just two days.  I’m sure I’ll never have

another experience like the one I had that day….and I most

certainly won’t seek one out. Gettysburg is indeed a mysterious

and awesome place. I recommend it.