This story is from listener Emma Marie, she is an Air Force Veteran.
This is the story of MAJ Hoar and the 107th Medical Group in Niagara Falls, NY.
The building was built in the 1940’s. And the multiple rehabs of the building over time.
The building is currently a medical clinic and formally a fighter operation building.
I have been there 14 years. Over those 14 years we have had gathered that our good spirit is MAJ Hoar because there have been odd parts to a very old set of orders (again 1800’s) be printed off randomly over the course of the years I’ve been there.
We have a good spirit ghost in our building. MAJ Hoar. We hear him walking in a specific area. It sounds like keys jingling on his hip. There have seen several actual time people have actually seen him (those who don’t know the story) and we gather he is from the 1800. He wears the trench coat uniform with a hat. If you are there late at night and he is patrolling, you will hear him stop in front of your office door. If you say ” all present and accounted for” he will move on. (14). And the name that’s on the orders is always MAJ Hoar.
In those 14 years there have been many stories of our ghost. He is active late at night when it is extremely quiet. However, he has been heard while TVs have been playing (I’ll get to why that’s important).
I’ll start with a few stories and explain how we know his name.
The most common experience people have is him walking and hearing keys jingle. Sort of like a janitor. Heavy boots because his steps are so heavy and loud. We have found that he will stop at offices (in the back left side of the build, so not the entire building) if you say to him “all present and accounted for” he moves on. We think he is a friendly ghost looking out for us. The walking and keys story is an often occurrence. We have people working in the building alone (or with 1 other person) fairly often.
We don’t share this story with everyone, but we also don’t hold back if asked (this will be important in my next story)
Our one doctor who works in the building alone at night the most had this encounter maybe a year ago. We have a large training room that is in the back left of the building. Doc was walking down the front hall when something made him look towards the training room. Doc can describe, in detail, what maj hoar looks like. A long trench coat, and a large hat with a brim on his head. He could not verify the boots bc he decided him as floating. He was holding some type of lantern maybe. Doc can draw out in decent detail what he saw that night.
We know his name from an old, reoccurring set of orders that is printed on the back of papers every so often. We believe him to be from the 1800’s. It has language similar to old english such as ” will hence forth report to…” it is a set of orders addressing MAJ hoar. I can think of 2 occasions over the last 14 years i myself have seen these orders.
Other encounters with MAJ hoar include. One evening a Ssgt fell asleep in her office in the back right of the building (area will be significant in another story). She woke up to what she described as a small earth quake. She went to the chief’s office, who was also working late and asked if she had felt it as well, which she had not. They looked up on whatever earthquake tracking website there is and none were reported.
This story was reported by our night time temp taker. He was watching a movie, so noise was on. This Ssgt has not heard the MAJ hoar stories before
He was watching his movie when he heard loud banging on metal cabinets down the hall. He described it as someone trying open the medical records cabinet and it getting stuck. He thought someone was in the building so he went down to the dental office and checked. Found no one. Did a lap of the building and still found no one. He went back and continued to watch his movie. When a few minutes later he heard it again. He spent the rest of his shift outside. He asked us the next morning and we told him the story of MAJ hoar
We believe this Ssgt angered him by not reporting “all present and accounted for” from my previous story.
We think he is linked to the land and not the building. With the combination of a hat (which we all know you don’t wear indoors). The time frame of the orders.
We have tried several times to get a medium in there. But it has been denied by command every time.
And that is the story of MAJ Hoar and the 107th Medical Group.
Diane Carlson Evans
Born in Buffalo Minnesota. Her mother was a registered nurse and her father was a farmer. She grew up on her family’s farm in a small farm town. She attended nursing school in St Barnabas, Minnesota. She saw a recruiter 1966, prior to graduating nursing school and joined the Army under the program where her schooling would be paid for and she would owe two years to the Army. She wanted to go to Vietnam and help. She graduated in 1967, and then went to FT Sam Houston for basic training. She spent nine months in FT Lee Virginia and in July 1968 she left for Vietnam. She flew by helicopter to her first
August 1968, she arrives in Van Tau, on the south china sea 36th evacuation hospital 400 bed hospital made of quonset huts. She is in the surgical unit pre and post op. It was 105 degrees when she arrives 66 beds all occupied. Day one. A total of four nurses, registered nurses depending on the shift, sometimes there was only two of them. 12 hour shifts often 13 to 14 hour shifts, sleep, eat, work.
She requested to move north to be closer to the fighting. She ends up as the head nurse in the 71st evac hospital in two corps. In the middle of the fighting fresh out of the field with in ten minutes of injury, she is so close to the battles. Bouncing betty landmines- gruesome punji stick, spiky stick coated in feces to cause infection.
The hospital is constantly under fire. They learned the sounds of incoming, and they type of helicopters.
Her memories of this time feels like a hallucination to her when she thinks back on it.
The patients constantly came in.
US Soldiers, Vietnamese men, women and children along with the Montagnard, who are the indigenous population in that region.
Close to the Cambodian border. – And despite the fact that officially no US soldiers fought in Cambodia, Diane refused to lie when documenting the location, the Soldier’s received their injuries in.
She also worked in the burn unit. The wounds she was treating were napalm and white phosphorus, It caused her to feel conflicted about what was going on in the world. Treating innocent children who were wounded by us bombs.
March 1969- Dark monsoon mass casualties from 4 ID all week. She goes back to bed after her shift and as soon as she lays down the choppers started rolling in. They had so many casualties that they had to open the extra wards. As she opens open the extra ward, prepping the beds she receives 27 men in her ward with just her and one medic. All of these men were extremely dehydrated, dry skin, collapsed veins. Had been without food and water for days. All in shock, emotional, physical, staring off into the distance, barely aware of what is going on.
She was only 22, but she felt maternal towards these young men. She kept commenting on how young they were.
When the air raids would come, the nurses would protect all of the patients, all of the men first. They wouldn’t run and hide, they would put themselves at risk caring for these men and then after they were safe, they would take cover.
Countless young men, people, children, held these nurses hands as they died. She even stood helpless as a young girl screamed herself to death, terrified at the sound of the incoming raids which were triggering her memories of the bombs that destroyed her village and killed her parents.
Bodies came through as if on a conveyer belt one after the other, some barely recognizable as a person. She is not only repairing these men as best she can, but also trying to comfort them. So many lost their will to live, asking questions like who is going to want me like this back home? She commented on how the beds never cooled off. One patient after the next.
She got a break and was able to take her R&R in Hong Kong, she said she loved it. The city was clean, good food, friendly people. One night she heard a gun shot and she ran outside to help. She made it to a young man who had just shot himself and she knew he wasn’t going to make it. So she talked to him kindly as he died. Soaked in this mans blood on R&R.
She returns home from Vietnam in July of 1969. She spent a year in Vietnam, but reading about and hearing about her experiences, it was like a lifetime! Leaving was a hard process for her. She had a young patient who was critically injured begging her to stay. All her patients, coworkers, who were like friends and family, stepping away from all of that was tough, she felt guilty. She considered staying another year, but her pull home was strong too.
Returning from war was very difficult. She had a hard time understanding why they were not allowed to be seen as honorable for serving in the war. There was pain in all of the sacrifices that the women went through. Many were sexual assault survivors, all of them felt invisible.
She was not feeling well when she returned home, and at her discharge physical they found a spot on her lung. She was sent in for more testing and diagnosed with Tuberculosis. She was not compensated for this, even though that is what she had been treating patients for in Vietnam before she left. So when she returned from Vietnam she arrived in San Francisco, when they find he spot on her lung, they send her to Tacoma Washington. After that she is handed her DD214 and told she had to find her own way home to Minnesota. She was out of the Army and that was it for her. No thank you for your service, nothing. She flew home in her uniform and was harassed at the airport when she arrived in Minneapolis.
She struggled to fit back into life with her family on the farm. The local hospital was very difficult for her to work at. She ends up reconnecting with her friend from Vietnam and they move to Tacoma Washington as live as roommates while working at Madigan Army Medical Center. She reenlists back into the Army and while working in Texas, she meets her husband. They are married and have a son together and in 1972 she ends her military service.
In 1982 she visits the wall memorial to the Vietnam losses. It is the first time she cried over her experience at Vietnam. 1984 bronze statue to honor the survivors of the war, three men.
This didn’t sit well with Diane. She kept thinking where are the women?
The women had a major impact on the war. They weren’t drafted, they all volunteered. They willing went to help. Held hands and the dying, saved lives, lifted spirits, brought hope. Never gave up on a patient.
She starts the year battle for women’s recognition to the war in 1983.
She established the Vietnam Women’s memorial foundation and continues to push and advocate for a memorial to recognize the women’s service. In 1987 a commission rejects the plan in a 4 to 1 vote, sighting that it would encourage other groups and ethic minorities to claim statues. They also compare women to dogs on more than one occasion.
And on November 11, 1993 the Vietnam Women’s Memorial was dedicated.
She lives with her husband in Montana. They have four children and seven grandchildren.