IN October, 1917, I was staying with my four little children in a village near Lowestoft. My husband, a skipper of a steam drifter, was at sea. On the night of October 7th, I was awakened by a loud bang. At the same time the bed seemed floating on water. I looked up to see my husband bending over me, and he seemed to put cold, wet hands on each side of my face, then disappeared. Two days afterwards, I was informed that his vessel had struck a mine and was lost with all hands, about the time he appeared to me. Three or four months after, I again saw my husband, this time looking through the window. He had with him another man who was a great chum of his. He also was a skipper. A few days later, I was told that at the same time as I saw them this man went down with his ship in the channel raid. BOLTON AT 6:30 on the evening of the 15th April, 1917, during a German raid on our trenches on the Ploegsteert Front, my chum was killed at my side. As mutually arranged in case of such an event, I wrote his people. Ten days afterwards I received a letter from my chum’s sister, in which was stated that her mother died the same evening that he was killed. She died at 10 p.m. At 8 p.m. the mother had called the family to her room. She then told them that Billy (the son) had appeared to her and told her that he had been “knocked out,” but would meet her very shortly. OLDHAM ONE evening during the late war I sat reading when I felt someone blow in my neck. I was just about to turn round when I heard a scream coming from upstairs. I went to see the reason, and, to my surprise, I saw my little girl sitting up in bed terrified. I took her in my arms and asked her what was the matter. She still looked afraid of a something, and said, “Look, mama,” and, pointing to a corner of the room, added, “There's daddy; a man up that tree has shot him; I saw him do it, and now my daddy is dead.” She fainted in my arms as she repeated “dead.” I ran to give her a drink to revive her, thinking it was just a nightmare she had had. Eventually, she fell asleep. The following week, I had news that my husband had been killed in action. On making inquiries, I found he had been shot by a sniper who was posted in a tree, and at the same hour as he had appeared to my little girl. BARNSTAPLE, DEVON