Life as a nurse in the wartime was challenging. You loved taking care of others and helping them get back on their feet but it was still gruesome work. The cries of pain and indescribable mumblings of your patients begging for something, you’re not sure what, left you with nightmares to last a lifetime.

There was one marine who made even the most intense and horrific days bearable. His name was Merriell Shelton, but everybody just called him Snafu.

“Y’know cher, it’s real kind of you taking care of me time after time.” He said, his grin practically plastered over his dirtied but handsome features. He watched as you tended to his arm, the once bullet graze now freshly wrapped.

“I’d say this makes you like an angel or somethin’.” He teased with a cheeky smirk, his words tinged with his Cajun accent. He enjoyed each and every one of your reactions, finding them all so uniquely beautiful… and somewhat satisfying.