Hi Bil and Sammy,
first on the point I made about ghosts hurting people. Feb 1959, Bourlon Lines, Catterick. In Basic training and the first few nights in a 8 man barrack room, after lights out. Someone started to tell a ghost story, then another and another. It was in an L shape, with 4 bed spaces down the longer side of the room and 4 bed spaces in 2's either side of the short side. I had been 3 years in an orphanage when 9, 10, and 11, so I was quite used to being away from home and to the regimented environment of the Army. The others in the room were a reasonable mix of National Servicemen and Regulars, but not used to being away from home. So this was a new experience for them.
I was in the second bed from the door which was at the end of the long side of the room. After a fair number of stories had been told I was finding it very amusing, when the guy in the end bed crept out of his bed, onto the floor, taking one of his sheets with him. i could see him drape himself in the sheet and crawl silently down the room. When he got to the junction of the L he stood up and gave a long MOOAAN. I burst out laughing, because I could see the humour in it. Everybody else, who must by this time have worked themselves into a scary lather screamed and started jumping out of bed. The guy two beds down from me, whose bed was next to a window, jumped through the window without opening it. Being on the first floor there is quite a drop from the first floor level to the asphalt below. he broke both his legs. But there were two more 'hurts' for him. He was back squadded and he had to pay for the window. No ghosts, but he got hurt.
Bill it is called a Ouija Board and as I understand it, it involves the participants, usually 3 or 4 each putting a finger on an upturned glass (the indicator). First someone has to summon a spirit, and then questions are asked of this 'spirit' and the glass 'moves' around the board spelling out the answer.
Being a naive, simple soul I had never come across one until I was in my late 20's. By this time I was very much a none believer, and very sceptical, so never explored it further.
Before I left the Army in 81 I was planning to emigrate to Australia on demob, so went with my first wife on holiday and stayed with an Aunt and her daughter in Perth.
They both professed to being white witches (supposedly good witches as opposed to being dark or black witches). It was a surprise to me but I went along with them when they suggested an evening of calling a 'spirit' up. After all the cousin was a dishy blonde who was great in . . . . (but that's another story)
To me, the evening was fun, for instance they firmly believed they could hear the arrival of the spirit, but all I could hear was the fridge starting and stopping periodically.
Bill never having been, as you and your comrades were, in actual 'blood and guts' battles I can't say. From the accounts I read in the safety of an arm-chair, quite possibly British propaganda, was it not possible that the Argentinian soldiers were not quite the calibre of you and the Paras, together with being cold, starving and fed up with what the Junta back in Argentina was risking their lives for.
Sammy, having made several visits to Belsen I cannot in all conscience agree with what you say. In that "hallowed" ground, and many, many more places like that, there must have been many millions of prayers said by millions of people who genuinely 'believed and accepted' (h)im. Why, Oh why!! did things not change? Sorry, to my mind it's nonsense.