Some truly could not bear it and went on to shoot or stab themselves to death after the Emperor came on the air at noon, 15 August 1945. Others believed the fascist Imperial Jap Tojo-clique propaganda that said once the hairy, drunk, stinky huge Americans arrived in Japan in droves they would a) rape all the small, local women (with their large prowesses--no kidding, they said this), and b) eat the Japanese kids. So many of them also went into hiding, smeared human excrement on their bodies (the pretty looking Japanese women who also cut their hair short and put on men's clothing), and others who sadly and uncessarily committed suicide for fear of being violated by the landing conquerors. Tokyo was one huge flat, bombed out parking lot. A real contrast to ebullient downtown Honolulu with pretty girls in cut offs and happy, shirtless, suntanned guys. Total victory and jublilation on one side, and total loss of a face and dejection on the other. This is the kind of absolute victory that Obama once said made him "uncomfortable about America." Traitor.