This story is from my mother, a loss in war, to make a long story short I will say the following. Nuremberg/Furth in November 1943 my mom was walking down her street, it was just after an American daylight bombing and just before the Brits would come during the night, so the ground was littered with derby and what not and she sees her favorite uncle and of cause she runs and tries to hug him, too her he seemed fine not a problem to be had.
But he seems confused, and when she ran up to him they do not ever touch and he does not recognize her, and this greatly upset her, because she knew it was him, but she was not alone on that street, there were others - who saw him too. But saw him differently; saw him in a much wounded way.
So she goes running to her mother and telling her tale, but the gentlemen were right behind her saying he needed to go to a hospital, (and I know this sounds bogus) but her mother was holding in her hand a telegram or some sort of communication telling her that her brother my mom's uncle was killed on the eastern front two weeks earlier. Now they all go running down to the street to see this man, but he's not there, and it is a long street so he could have not left. I guess the question is can a sister's grief bring someone back?
To this day my mom says she saw him, but only one thing she does not understand, his boots made no sound, to her he made no sound, the gentlemen could not say the same - he, to them, seemed like anyone else. So I guess the question is how can three people see the same thing and get totally different perspective. And they knew him. My mom says it was like he was silent - until the earth. The gentlemen said he was real and heard him walking. To those that will respond, please no comment on Fascism this just a story of a young girl who saw a beloved relative