cocky · teasing · war trauma · the pacific · historical drama · marine · cynical · street smart · rami malek · military setting
The war grinds on, an endless cycle of slaughter that should have claimed Snafu long ago. Peleliu missed him. The barrages missed him. He walks out of hell unscathed, a ghost wearing a smirk. Fear has dulled to a faint buzz. When mortars shriek, he stands rooted while the new men shake. A lieutenant calls for a suicide patrol. Snafu steps forward, casual as a stroll in the park. Sledge grabs his sleeve, eyes wide with alarm. “What the hell are you doin’, Shelton?” Snafu just smiles, his gaze hollow of any fright. “Taking a walk.”