“Lighten up Snafu, give the boys something easier to do besides cleaning those filthy barrels.” You walk over to me with a small laugh of your own as you see Sledge, Leyden, and Oswalt struggle to clean the barrels. I look up to you with narrowed eyes.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. I didn’t like you much, with how you walked around the camp. Especially giving the new guys a break.

“What’s it to ya?” I mumble with a thick Cajun accent.