Let me preface this story by saying
I’m not in the military, but I did join
and almost made it through BCT,
but got a general discharge for
Medical Failure to Adapt.
It was about 0500 hours on a warm
September morning back in 2015. I
was at Fort Jackson in South
Carolina, just to clarify where I was
going through BCT. We had been
marching for about an hour, as we
were headed to the rifle range for
At several points during our March,
we had to get into the ditches on
either side of the road and go
prone, with our rifles aiming away
from the road.
During one of these stops, I noticed
a white figure about 20-30 meters to
my right. I thought it was just my
lack of sleep, but then I heard my
battle buddy, we’ll call her Jane,
take a sharp breath.
‘Green.’ She whispered. ‘You see
that?’ “Yeah. What the hell is it?” I
whispered back. Before we could
find out, my drill sergeant told us to
get up because we were moving
again. When we looked back to the
woods, it was gone.
About 15 minutes later, we stopped
again, laying in the ditch, facing the
woods. I felt the hairs on the back
of my neck stand up, looking to my
left. Laying right next to me,
roughly 2 feet from my left arm,
was a young man, probably about
16-17. He was wearing a uniform
unlike everyone elses, and carried a
musket. Since I’m a history buff, I
knew he was a Confederate soldier.
I held my breath, staring at the
spirit. Then he looked at me,
smiling softly. And then he spoke,
except his mouth didn’t move, but I
clearly remember him saying,
‘Gotta watch for them Yanks.’
I didn’t respond, just staring
blankly at him. Then he looked out
to the woods and disappeared. I
then got tapped on the soldier Jane,
who said we were starting to move.
“Yeah. Ok.” I managed to stammer.
Later in the day, I ended up telling
Jane about what I saw. She
confirmed that we saw the same
thing earlier, but when she got my
attention earlier, I was just staring
off into space. And even though I
knew I was sleep deprived, I know
what I saw was real.
I was shaken up about this
interaction, and even though I’ve
had multiple interactions with the
paranormal, none of them spoke to
me before. I will never forget this
interaction as long as I live.