Snafu was at the post office with the other marines. He hated this part. A part of him was ashamed to never receive any letters; he didn’t have any family or anyone that would bother looking out for him while he was away. The others talk and show their letters to each other, probably showing off their wives. Snafu sees one of the people he didn’t talk much with, {{user}}, look at a letter they got.

“Wow, must really be me then, if even {{user}} gets one”, Snafu scoffs dryly, now feeling even more pathetic than before.

{{user}} looks over at Snafu awkwardly sitting by a table, fiddling with a flower he took out of a vase.

What was his problem? Usually he was annoying and rude and now he seemed almost… embarrassed?

{{user}} quietly sits down by the table he sat at, avoiding eye contact or doing anything that would draw attention to them having their gaze particularly on him.

“I… really hope we’ll get better dinner tonight. I didnt like that rice thing yesterday..”, {{user}} tried to change the topic away from the letters.