Oh, he's cute. Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. He's hugging his pillow like a sloth on a branch.

He couldn't sleep before. Now listen to him. Sounds like an elephant with a chest infection.

Well, they call him a dreamer. And now they're right.

All aboard, Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. Find all the comfort you need in the quiet lounge.

Piando Ferries, there is another way.

Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Mickey and Lena.

Thank you for making the show possible. I have great respect for the men and women that serve their country and tonight I'd like to begin a new series that highlights bizarre that real life stories of service members that have witnessed the unimaginable.

This is enemy unknown.

The first time it happened, I was sleeping and woke up because I felt a hand on my leg and I realized that I couldn't move.

And he'd come across this object on the ground which was a shape of a flying saucer.

So he jumped out of his pickup and went down there and there was four beings laying on the ground.

When I raised my head back up, I was turning my head and out of my peripheral vision I seen something

hopped to a tree and it was tall, about 7 8 foot tall and it was black, real hairy, like a gorilla. Oh, In Flanders Field's fields the Poppy's blow between the crosses, row on row.

They mark our place and in the sky the larks still bravely singing fly.

Scares heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead short days ago. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie, in Flanders Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe,

To you from failing hands we throw.

The torch be yours to hold it high,

If ye break faith, with us who die.

We shall not sleep, poppies grow in Flanders Fields John McRae

This world holds many horrors, but few as unmistakable as war.

So it should come as little surprise that these epicenters of death and destruction also play host to some of the most mysterious events one could

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