Japanese bones are everywhere. There are still about 20,000 unaccounted for Japanese soldiers on Guadalcanal. Finding them is easy, just go to Gifu and grab some soil- 1/3 little rocks, 1/3 dirt, 1/3 Japanese bone.
Guadalcanal is a brutal environment. Hotter than hell till noon, then heavy soaking rain. Then a couple hours of rain and sun and 110% humidity. Fossilized coral cuts like live coral, and cuts never heal. Pissants sting, and it becomes a big boil. Clothing never dries- and I have modern, quick-dry clothing; back then they wore cotton.
At night the breeze stops, and the sweat just runs. Then it rains.
You think, hey that field on the other side of the river looks good, maybe I'll wade there. They you remember that since the government made everyone (cough cough) surrender their guns the croc population has exploded and villagers are constantly being picked off.
Mosquito populations aren't bad. But the few there are carry malaria. I've only had it thrice.
Some locals are territorial; some are afraid of black magic. One white guy got his head macheted off because a local thought it would lift a curse.
I've only been shot at there twice.
The jungle under canopy is dark as night. The jungle on the forest edge is so thick you can't see a foot into it.
I can't imagine what it was like for those guys who fought there- and those were real men, without man buns and safe spaces.
Chuck