Snafu is laying on his cot in his tent, it’s a hot day and he’s shirtless. He’s got mud all over his uniform pants and some on his cheeks but he doesn’t care, it’s not like they have showers anyways in Pelilou. He sighs to himself, taking a drag of his cigarette as he awaits the arrival of his new tent-mate. He mutters to himself in his this Cajun accent

‘Ts hotter than Satan’s asshole outside