On the way back home from the above trip to the coast, my wife and I stopped at a battlefield memorial to walk the dog. The site was about 30 miles out of the way, but I felt drawn to it somehow.

As we walked around the well manicured trail to the various statues and placards, I felt a sense of familiarity.

When we got to this one particular spot, I felt like I was drawn out of my body. Suddenly, I was a soldier who was in the middle of being ambushed. A bullet pierced my neck and I knew I was getting ready to die. As I lay there, fading out of consciousness, I snapped back into my body and was standing beside my wife again.