The lack of food and supplies turned the japanese situation into exactly what ogawa masitsugu said when he called it the island of death. We ate anything, flying insects, worms, in rotted palm trees. If you managed to knock down a lizard with a stick, you'd pop it into your mouth while its tail was still wriggling. Yet under these conditions, a soldier offered me his final rice. And a soldier i met for the first time gave me half a terro root he'd dug up. The starvations much worse on new guinea. Near the end, we were told not to go out alone, to get r even in daytime.