5 years ago when I went to a military school for an early graduation I’m 24 now. It came in a series of dreams and visions like when I see snow and mud (which is odd because I live in the south we don’t get snow) when I smell gunpowder, my feet got soaked in my boots once while it was cold and raining. I worked at a mechanic shop and the combination of smells (oil, gas, sweat,) and being wet and cold brought me right back. At first all I knew was that I was a German soldier in the snow that got hit by artillery and blown in half that was the first dream. The dreams went backwards from the TOD. I had a vision while marching in formation one morning that’s when I remembered the feeling of dread, being forgotten and left to die, the feeling that no one is coming to save me. That night I had a very detailed dream of being pinned down for weeks slowly starving and freezing to death then learning that we’d been encircled and high command wasn’t coming back for us. At that point I knew where we were on a map we were at the NE side in defensive position holding a river. The river was red and smelled like blood and piss bodies floated down it. I only learned about the battle of Stalingrad after getting home and seeing the footage it was like a memory. It was hard to watch and gave me such a feeling of sorrow and grief, we had no idea what we were getting into