It is a story at work.

As I was on night shift I was on a break and was in a sleeping room.

A male in his 60's stands at the bedside when get up a bit.

When thinking "Who is who?"

It disappeared in a moment.

I got impatient and turned on electricity, but nobody was after all.

When I thought of it calmly and remembered, it looked like the clothes I wear when war (when I looked at it later, the national clothes in the Pacific War), it is not a person in my office.

I felt that I saw one point as Bo while standing.

I hope that it will not be the spirit of the restraint of the sleeping room as it is a bad time that I should have come back after the Bon Festival.

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