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Fascinating material. I awoke very early Thursday morning, August
17th. I was gasping for air as I had physically been aboard the
submarine. I had not intended this; it just happened. There
was a strong acrid smell that hurt my nose and mouth and bronchial
tubes. Where I was there were several men still alive, panic-striken
yet numb, no hope on their faces. Their auras were gray which
told me they would soon die. Then water. In nothing flat they
drowned. The water when it came to where they were, came that
fast. All dead. The water did not affect me, so I stayed awhile
longer and watched things float. A lot of items floating, but
very few people where I was. Only the two I had seen. I told
my husband about it, as he was wondering why I was gasping for
air. I knew there were more men aboard than had been claimed.
Sure enough, several days later the count was revised to 118
men. That made me suspicious. Why, suddenly, would they admit
to more men than what was on the duty roster? This was never
explained or questioned by anyone I heard. I was totally, fully,
physically on aboard. No question. I do not know why this happened
to me except that it allowed my questioning mind to actually see
what was going on. Thought you might find this of interest.