The morning when I reached to Tokyo

It was in early morning of December, 1948 when our family arriveed atTokyo Station.
It was dark and very isolated. But I did not feel coldness.
My uncle was there waiting for us.
After my uncle retured from Leite, he had already got a job teaching at a school,veterinary. (My father was for human and he was for animal.)

While we were standing to wait a streetcar coming, there was an tall American soldier or officer standing at the same place.
He asked if it was a right line that he wanted to go. My uncle learned a little English while
he was in a camp at Phillipins and his wife was a JapneseAmerican. He might say it was Ok.

They exchange some conversations and the American took a pack of tabacco from his pocket offering them and lighting them. The light of his lighter(must be a Zippo) was showed us his face and blue eyes.
When they were finishing somking, a streetcar came.
He helped us to carry our heaviest bag into the car.

I remember it very clearly even I was five years old and that he might be a guy they fought with.
It was only three years passed when they stopped the fighting and changed many people's directions of the lives in Japan.

see, http://blogs.yahoo.co.jp/japanseweapons some photos and English