From oh@ipusa.net

I was born during the Vietnam War in March 1969. Both my parents were Marines, I am a true blue Marine brat!  I was born when my father was stationed in Vietnam.  According to my dad's "war buddies," they celebrated  my birth with a very hot bottle of beer in the middle of the jungle!  My father was so happy!  Fifteen days later he was killed. He never had a chance to see me or to hold me.

My mother has told me stories of smelling his cologne near my crib and watching my rocking chair rock for hours by itself.  When I was three years old I would tell my mom about the man in my room.  Of course, I don't remember these things and honestly have never experienced anything unusual growing up.  Until I was 19! 

I was napping on a Saturday afternoon when I awoke to someone in a military uniform standing over me.  The image started dancing around the room. It took me a long time to scream or even move.  When I reached the door my mom was there.  I pointed and it was gone.  She stood in the middle of my room and said " I told you that you scare her when you do that."   I froze, scared and puzzled.  That is when I learned of the incidents when I was a small child.

I am now 33 and I still get visits.  I don't scream or even get too scared when I see him near my bed or down the hall. I usually just say "Hi dad, I'm fine!"  He then starts to dance and makes funny faces at me. He makes me laugh everytime. Then he fades away, looks like blackness, then nothing.  

Of course, he is in his uniform. He is still proud to be a Marine!