I was living in Okinawa, and already aware of it's rich history, and hauntings. I lived off base in the top level of a two story house near the ocean. There are a few little things that occurred, and I still don't know what to make of them, but what I'm about to tell you is still a mystery to me. I can't shake the experience I had, and not even sure if what I experienced, actually happened.
One night I woke up for no reason at all to a white man dressed in military garb lying right in between my husband and me. I'm not sure if he was wearing a U.S. WWII, or a Vietnam era military uniform. I think it was WWII.
When I awoke, I looked right at him, like I was simply supposed to. He was lying comfortably snug between us, with his feet crossed, and hands drapped across his stomach in a very relaxed manner. He was half sitting up, and slumped back against the headboard.