My story isn't a ghost story--it's more from a historical perspective.
We have spent many, many hours at the various WWII airfields throughout the Midwestern U.S. Every time I step into a hangar or other building, land on an original runway system, or just walk the cantonment areas I feel a strong connection to the people who worked and trained on those fields. I haven't ever had a paranormal feeling, but the presence of the thousands of people who were stationed or employed there is always something I can sense.
It's all the more evident when I get to spend time with a veteran or civilian worker and they point out landmarks they remember. Here is a friend of ours, Hugo Lorenzen, looking for (and he found them) the tie down lugs where his B-29 parked at McCook in the summer of '45. Hugo was an electrician with the 98th B.G. and was in preparation for transfer to the Pacific when the war ended.

Scott