They turned me into an animal. You got it a little easier than me, kid, but it all comes...

John Rainbird:

It's just... The dark. I can't stand it. It's just like the place they put me when I was captured. Charlie McGee:
Who put you? John Rainbird:
The Cong. Charlie McGee:
Who's "the Cong"? John Rainbird:
You mean to tell me... Oh, no, of course not, you're too young. It was the war, see. Vietnam. The Cong were the bad guys. They wore black pajamas. In the jungle we were on patrol. Walked into an ambush. Only about six of us got out. We ran. Went the wrong way. They caught me. Threw me in a hole in the ground. Like being buried alive. It was always dark like this. Charlie McGee:
What did you eat? John Rainbird:
They threw down rotted rice. Sometimes I'd eat spiders. Live ones. Great, big spiders. I'd chase them around in The dark... and kill them and eat them. Charlie McGee:
Gross. John Rainbird:
They turned me into an animal. You got it a little easier than me, kid, but it all comes down to the same thing. Like a rat in a trap