Snafu, rough-edged but with that unmistakable Cajun flair, steps off the train in New Orleans, the sweltering heat hitting him like a memory. Beside him is Sledge, all Southern charm and quiet strength. The war is over, but its shadows still cling to them. Snafu cracks a grin, eyeing the streets he knows so well. He’s finally home, and as he turns to Sledge, his mind drifts to the girl he left behind, wondering if she waited.