I want to tell you a mystical story that happened to me several years ago. The fact is that I have long been a member of the same search detachment, for those who are not in the know, I will explain that the search detachment is a detachment that is engaged in the search and burial of fallen soldiers at the sites of WWII battles. I want to say right away that we have nothing to do with black diggers and we conduct all searches officially. As you understand, we have to visit various places, where there were bloody battles and, of course, that sometimes we have to meet with things incomprehensible and even mystical.
At the time to which our story belongs, I was a young employee of the search team and had not yet met such things, therefore, when we went to Nevsky Piglet to carry out the next (for experienced searchers and the second for me) excavations, I did not expect to see anything there except for bones and rusty helmets with bayonets. It took a long time to go, since I live in Ukraine, and I had to go to St. Petersburg (then we were still friends with Russia and there was nothing surprising in this), in short, politics is irrelevant. We drove for a long time and, of course, began to talk about the upcoming work. Experienced search engines began to poison different stories and the topic of conversation, somehow by itself slipped to the topic of different horror stories, well, the "old people" began to tell different stories with incomprehensible and mystical things. I listened, but, of course, I did not believe it, I thought that all this was idle chatter and idle talk.
Arriving in St. Petersburg, we met with our colleagues from the Russian Federation and began to prepare for the upcoming expedition. Collected things, provisions and went to the excavation site. We were supposed to work for several days, so we stocked our things to the eyeballs. The first day passed without incident, the routine of search engines, looking for places, signals, feeling the ground and so on. It should be noted that even 70 years after those terrible events, the land on the Nevsky patch is literally stuffed with iron and the bones of those who went into the ground almost a century ago. In short, there was a lot of work and at the end of the day we sat down near the fire and again began conversations, disputes about history and, of course, mysticism. Experienced search engines began to tell that strange things sometimes happen in these places, it seems like you can even see pictures of those terrible events,I again did not believe in all these stories and soon decided to go to bed.
The next day the work continued, and in the evening a thick fog descended on the place where our camp stood and here … Believe it or not, I witnessed those very strange incidents that the "old people" talked about. We, like the last time, were sitting near the fire and talking about this and that, and suddenly we heard the crackle of the radio. We didn’t have such gadgets, and why do we need them if everyone has a phone in their pocket that is not inferior in functions to a computer, and then there is a crackle of interference, such a distant one, it seems that the radio was working somewhere far away, but you could hear it clearly, you know, like in old war films. The crackling noise subsided for a while, and then was heard again. But the worst thing is that through these interference we suddenly heard a voice "… pine … pine … I am birch … pine … answer", so this unknown voice called someone for several minutes and then disappeared just as suddenly,as it appeared. We sat for a long time and listened to the darkness, but there was no more transmission from the past. The most interesting thing is that the next day I stumbled upon something solid underground with a probe, carefully excavating the place of the find, I found the remains of an old walkie-talkie and headphones, whether this radio operator 70 years ago called someone on this radio. We still don't know what happened to the radio operator. On that watch we dug up and buried with honors 18 soldiers of the Red Army. On that watch we dug up and buried with honors 18 soldiers of the Red Army. On that watch we dug up and buried with honors 18 soldiers of the Red Army.
Since then, I often remember that sortie, I already take stories about various oddities on the battlefield seriously, and since then I have accumulated such oddities for not a single story, there will be time I will definitely tell you about them.