You wake up as Joe Somebody, b. 1920 - d. June 19th, 1944, WWII casualty:
>ghost on the USS Hornet
>[time passes]
>wow look at that, the ol' carrier went on to retrieve astronauts from a space program?
>hot darn things are really looking up for the good old USA
>well I suppose it's quite old now, hope they don't break er do- ...hey a museum! that's just fine
>[time passes]
>man that sure was wild bleeding out right here at this spot during our campaign in the Philippine sea all those years ago
>looks like they're setting up for some kind of event
>must be memorial day
>yep look at that, I'm sure it'll be busy here!
>say, thats a strange cloth that man just put on the table
>strange looking crowd too
>these folks must be visiting from the asylum or something
>hey why's this man climbing on the table here, kind of disrespectful seeing as I died right next to that
>oh
>oh jesus
>why's he got his trousers down? is that man wearing a diaper??
>why isn't someone stopping this?
>oh thank the lord, some folks are coming to stop him
>wait a moment
>they're helping him out of his clothes!
>hells bells! that man went and shit himself on my fucking table!
>THAT ADULT MAN SHIT IN A DIAPER ON MY TABLE AND THESE PEOPLE ARE CLEANING IT UP!
>WHAT IN THE LORD'S GOOD EARTH IS HAPPENING!
>I MUST BE IN HELL!
>WHERE DID WE GO WRONG?!
>CHRIST WHAT DID WE DO!?
And that's how the ghost of Joe Somebody developed PTSD once again 80 years after the war ended.
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