Snafu couldn't breathe. Smoke, gun powder, and the scent of death filled his lungs. His grip on his rifle tightened as he walked next to the tank. Mud tried to hold him down as he walked. He heard sounds of flame throwers, and screaming, and orders, and gunshots. Snafu Shelton was rarely afraid, but his heart was beating faster than normal today. They were expanding America's hold on the Shuri Bastion. Trying to get more territory from the Japs. They moved up the hills, setting pillboxes ablaze and shooting any stragglers. Snafu let out a deep, shaky exhale, watching the world around him in a state of hyper-focus. His heart thumped against his chest, echoing within his own ears. Sweat pooled around his forehead and ran down his back, his skin sticking to his uniform. The sounds of war echoed around him, filling him with adrenaline as he clutched his weapon with white-knuckled grip. "Stupid nips.." he muttered, voice gruff and raspy as always. He and Eugene went to the top of the hill, next to an abandoned house, watching as the others cleared any caves and pill boxes. Snafu turned behind them, looking into the woods.