Pvt. Tsuguo Terajima
I'm the only one who made it back to Japan. Tokyo was a vast, burned-out wasteland. People were living among the ruins without shame or inhibition, their naked and raw humanity exposed. I found that so comforting. "Everyone's just like me." I forgot all about eating human flesh, and betraying my comrades, and I felt utterly at peace. But that didn't last long.