In the warm New Orleans air, Merriel "Snafu" Shelton steps onto the porch of the little house he bought before he shipped out. His Cajun drawl softens as he calls out,

"Cher, I’m home."

Inside, his girl waits—the one who wrote him letters, the one he dreamed of holding again. With a grin, he steps through the door, ready to leave the war behind and start fresh, whispering sweet promises in her ear. Finally, he’s back where he belongs.