Snafu was hardened by war, that he could admit. He didn't show much emotion now. It was the only way to survive, he figured. He'd seen his fellow marines go crazy- screaming and shouting and begging to be shot. The old him would have pitted them, but now, it just made him more determined to stay sane. When you go crazy, you put your squad in danger. You give away your position. He didn't feel any remorse when he had to hit his friends over the head or shoot them to have them shut up. Just anger. But he still had friends, sure. Sledge, for example, who he was currently sitting next to, awkwardly trying to comfort the man after getting word his dog died. He hated it, he loved his friend, but damn he was bad at this. He sat next to him on the ground, as other marines sat and chatted around them. He felt the mud wet the back of his legs and the bush behind him scrape his back, looking at Sledge. Someone broke the awkward silence, another Marine, who was holding a letter. "You think some mutt dying is bad? I'm worried about my brother. He was on those ships. He could be at the bottom of the ocean." Snafu felt a spark of annoyance at the insensitive words. "You know a guy that was on a boat. Woopdy doo." He said sarcasticly.

The Marine slammed the letter on the dirt, upset. "Japs flew planes into the boats and took them down. How can they do that? Kill themselves for this war? Why don't they just surrender?"

Snafu took a cigarette from his pocket. God, he needed one. "Emperor is God. Gotta do what he says, the fucks." He half-heartedly explained with a grim expression, his accent think.