IN August, 1916, my husband was sent to France. The following year I received a letter from him saying he would be home on leave, and I was to expect him any day. This was August 10th, 1917. I started to get in extra things and to prepare for his home-coming. I heard nothing more, but three nights after receiving his letter, I went to bed as usual, and about midnight, I heard my husband call my name. I sat up in bed, and there he was standing at the foot of the bed in his uniform with his arms outstretched in welcome. I couldn't sleep afterwards. In the morning I went home and told my parents what I had seen. I saw them look at each other. Then my mother said he had come to her the same night and asked her to look after us (I had one little girl). Four days later, I had a letter from the War Office saying my husband had been missing since midnight on the 22nd of August (later, presumed killed on that date). I can't understand it, but the vision is as clear to me now as it was nine years ago. You see, he came home to see us before going to a better home, and I’ve kept the memory of it to this day. KENT I ALWAYS doubted if people really saw ghosts or apparitions till my experience during the war in 1916. My son was in France and I was awakened one morning between one and two by a terrific noise like an explosion. I thought it was an air-raid, and, as I glanced towards the foot of the bed, I saw the image of my son looking very ill and begrimed with mud. He quickly vanished, and the next moment I heard his footsteps coming towards the house, and his voice distinctly calling me. I hurried down to let him in, but no one was there. I heard, a few days later, that my son was missing after an engagement when the wood was blown up and only a few survived; and it happened on the same date and about the same time as I had my awful experience. SURBITON IN December, 1917, my aunt, who lives in the country, stood looking out of her window, when she saw, walking up the path leading to her house, the figure of a man in khaki, with his kit on his back. She instantly decided that it must be the husband of her next-door neighbour, home on leave, and wondered why the lady had not mentioned the matter. However, as the man approached, it was with a feeling of great shock that she recognised her own young brother, who was an ambulance bearer at the front. His face was drawn and ghastly, as though he were suffering agonies. On seeing my aunt, he stretched out his arms, and she saw, as he got nearer, that he was a shadowy figure, and not flesh and blood. Thoroughly unnerved, she backed into her sitting-room, followed by the form of her brother. Right around her table she walked—still followed; then, gradually, he disappeared from sight. Shortly afterwards, a telegram arrived, announcing the death of this brother, which occurred on the battlefield just before he appeared to my aunt—his favourite sister. WARWICK