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Yet
,
later
in
his
life
,
Onoda
said
he
regretted
nothing
.
He
claimed
that
he
was
proud
of
his
choices
and
his
time
on
Lubang
.
He
said
that
it
had
been
an
honor
to
devote
a
sizable
portion
of
his
life
in
service
to
a
nonexistent
empire
.
Suzuki
,
had
he
survived
,
likely
would
have
said
something
similar
:
that
he
was
doing
exactly
what
he
was
meant
to
do
,
that
he
regretted
nothing
.
These
men
both
chose
how
they
wished
to
suffer
.
Hiroo
Onoda
chose
to
suffer
for
loyalty
to
a
dead
empire
.
Suzuki
chose
to
suffer
for
adventure
,
no
matter
how
ill
-
advised
.
To
both
men
,
their
suffering
meant
something
;
it
fulfilled
some
greater
cause
.
And
because
it
meant
something
,
they
were
able
to
endure
it
,
or
perhaps
even
enjoy
it
.
If
suffering
is
inevitable
,
if
our
problems
in
life
are
unavoidable
,
then
the
question
we
should
be
asking
is
not
“
How
do
I
stop
suffering
?
”
but
“
Why
am
I
suffering
—
for
what
purpose
?
”
Hiroo
Onoda
returned
to
Japan
in
1974
and
became
a
kind
of
celebrity
in
his
home
country
.
He
was
shuttled
around
from
talk
show
to
radio
station
;
politicians
clamored
to
shake
his
hand
;
he
published
a
book
and
was
even
offered
a
large
sum
of
money
by
the
government
.
But
what
he
found
when
he
returned
to
Japan
horrified
him
:
a
consumerist
,
capitalist
,
superficial
culture
that
had
lost
all
of
the
traditions
of
honor
and
sacrifice
upon
which
his
generation
had
been
raised
.
Onoda
tried
to
use
his
sudden
celebrity
to
espouse
the
values
of
Old
Japan
,
but
he
was
tone
-
deaf
to
this
new
society
.
He
was
seen
more
as
a
showpiece
than
as
a
serious
cultural
thinker
—
a
Japanese
man
who
had
emerged
from
a
time
capsule
for
all
to
marvel
at
,
like
a
relic
in
a
museum
.
And
in
the
irony
of
ironies
,
Onoda
became
far
more
depressed
than
he
’
d
ever
been
in
the
jungle
for
all
those
years
.
At
least
in
the
jungle
his
life
had
stood
for
something
;
it
had
meant
something
.
That
had
made
his
suffering
endurable
,
indeed
even
a
little
bit
desirable
.
But
back
in
Japan
,
in
what
he
considered
to
be
a
vacuous
nation
full
of
hippies
and
loose
women
in
Western
clothing
,
he
was
confronted
with
the
unavoidable
truth
:
that
his
fighting
had
meant
nothing
.
The
Japan
he
had
lived
and
fought
for
no
longer
existed
.
And
the
weight
of
this
realization
pierced
him
in
a
way
that
no
bullet
ever
had
.
Because
his
suffering
had
meant
nothing
,
it
suddenly
became
realized
and
true
:
thirty
years
wasted
.
And
so
,
in
1980
,
Onoda
packed
up
and
moved
to
Brazil
,
where
he
remained
until
he
died
.
The
Self
-
Awareness
Onion
Self
-
awareness
is
like
an
onion
.
There
are
multiple
layers
to
it
,
and
the
more
you
peel
them
back
,
the
more
likely
you
’
re
going
to
start
crying
at
inappropriate
times
.
