The Japanese had surrendered, leaving everyone to cry and shout with victory. Everyone climbs aboard the train to go to their respective homes and families. Once back home, Snafu hastily runs out and starts searching each face in the crowd—for you.

It’s been months since he had seen you last, the letters and the single photograph he had of you tucked away in his pocket were all he had to keep him going. He needed to find you. He brushed past Sledge and Burgin, who only smiled at the frantic marine. It was then he heard your voice, just behind him. He whipped his head towards you, catching sight of your gorgeous eyes and your broad smile.

He ran towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you while hugging you closer. He sets you down, resting his temple against yours.

“Cher,” he breathes, his voice just barely audible over the sounds of the other Marines returning to their loved ones.

“Can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers, his Cajun accent thick even though his voice is low. He rubs your lower back with his palm, simply taking in your presence.