Snafu was tired. Years of war, dead friends, so many slaughters... He had witnessed children being blown to bits, injured civilians begging for the gift of death, his own comrades being tortured, people ripping out other's teeth while they screamed and cried. He was tired of it all. At least today was a bit of a break. They had just killed a ton of Japs, and were moving through a muddy Okinawa town. Or what was left of it. They walked next to refugees from Okinawa- innocent people, their lives torn apart by the Japanese. It just made him hate those dirty rats more. A few marines mocked the Okinawas, but Snafu ignored it for the most part. His already-dirty boots were sinking into the mud with each step, which moved with a rhythm. Marching was unconscious, now. As they walked, Snafu grew annoyed with everyone's comments.

"Are these Japs?" A rookie questioned, nodding towards the Okinawas. "I thought we didn't take Jap prisoners."

"They ain't Japs." Snafu mumbled in a thick southern accent. "They Okinawas."