#hbo the pacific

[cinnamonrollsledge]

The Pacific (2010)

#I'M SORRY #I should prob stop making stuff I gotta apologize for in the tags lol #eugene sledge #the pacific #hbo war #hbo the pacific #edward sledge sr. #my gifs: TP #mine #hbowaredit #mine: gifs

[andyeddieeee]

i’d use my goddamn hands if I had to

#this is old but whateva I need to post more art on here #Cause we all know insta is. The way she is. #hbo war #hbo the pacific #the pacific #hbo war fandom #hbo war fanart #fanart #eugene sledge #joe mazzello #my art

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Just learned that Major Mike Sadler died last week on the 4th at 103 years of age. He was the last surviving founding member of the SAS and the last survivor of the Long Range Desert Group. Rest In Peace, legendary sir.

Many of you may have been introduced to his story through Stephen Knight’s SAS: Rogue Heroes

#sad day losing these legends one by one #hardly any that I made friends with over the years remains #ww2 #wwii #world war 2 #sas: rogue heroes #rogue heroes #long range desert group #mike sadler #hbo war #tom glynn carney #band of brothers #hbo the pacific #the pacific

[theweirdgoodbyes]

never asked me once about the wrong i did: chapter 1

“Po’, po’ thing,” his granmere would lament from her rocking chair, gazing at him with those same eyes he sees in the mirror, “He already dead.”

His mama would hush her, whispering in a hurried Creole that Merriell can’t quite understand. He thinks Mama doesn’t teach him more so she can say what she wants around him, secret things he’s not old enough to understand at seven years old.

It’s Sunday after church, and everyone has made the walk to Granmere’s house which has long become too small to fit them all. They strip off their nice church shirts and hang them on the hook at the front door, a habit Mama drilled into them by the time they could walk and one of the few times all seven of her boys listened. They then make their way across the house to where Granmere sits in her rocking chair, smile across her ancient face. She sits and rocks, accepts each boy with a kiss on the cheek, a squeeze to their arm or bare belly, a tsk followed by, “Oh, po’ baby. Anna Mae, you ain’t feedin’ my boy.” By the time Merriell reaches her, he can see her expression change. The smiles fades, those pinching fingers stop their search for flesh.

“Oh, baby,” she says, reaching for the cross around her neck. It’s an old thing, as old as her and the dirt below their feet, made of crude wood. She rubs it and shakes her head, “Po’, po’ thing.”

Merriell doesn’t try to hug her anymore, and doesn’t tell anyone how much it bothers him.

Their jobs begin after greetings, shuffled into a boiling hot kitchen with the rest of the cousins, sitting Indian style wherever they can find a spot. Picking beans, chopping the sausage, whatever task Granmere has delegated to her brood takes up the next hour. Mama and the aunties bustle around the kitchen while Daddy and his uncles sit outside and smoke their cigarettes. Merriell liked Sundays for the most part, aside from Granmere’s unrelenting gaze and worried quips. Daddy didn’t drink on Sundays, so he knew the only beating he could get was a sharp rap on the knuckles for sneaking bites from the pot before dinner.

“They talkin’ ‘bout you,” Llewelyn says, a finger slick with the grease from the sausage pointing at him before motioning to Granmere and Mama, “‘bout what you did.” Llewelyn knows more Creole than the rest of them combined, on account of being the oldest, a fact he made sure they all remembered.

Merriell lowers his eyes, focusing on picking out each pea from the pod he’s cracked. He counts as he goes, a habit he’s picked up to keep him calm during these very accusations.

“Mama says it not on me,” he mumbles, the same answer he always gives. Mama says it was God that took Vernon, born minutes after him with Merriell’s umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Mama says God took him straight to Heaven, that he was too good to be on Earth with the rest of them. Merriell always wonders if he was left behind because he wasn’t all that good. He tries to be a good boy, he really does. He listens to Mama better than any of his brothers, and always does his chores without fussing. But he’s not always a good boy. He steals candy from the store by their house, and chases their old fat cat under the porch only to poke at him with a stick while he hisses and yowls. Merriell wonders if God can see him waiting each night for their neighbor Mr. Leconte to come home, sitting on the stoop until he passes by. He always gives Merriell a wink and a wave, something that gets his heart thumping hard. Even at seven, he knows that alone makes him wicked.

Next to him, little Eugene, the only cousin younger than him, pipes up in his soft voice.

“My mama say don’t say that.”

“Your mama ain’t my fuckin’ mama,” Llewelyn spits back, sticking his knife into the next link of sausage. Eugene shrinks back, leaning closer to Merriell. Twelve years younger than Llewelyn’s fifteen, he’d always been scared of the older boy. “We all know it’s true. Ain’t you listen at church? Killin’ a sin. Don’t matter none what Merriell do for the rest of his life; he goin’ to Hell.”

Llewelyn stands with his plate of chopped sausage, handing it off to Auntie Lorraine before exiting the kitchen. He’s about to go stand with Daddy and the uncles, satelliting the outskirts, hoping for an offer of a cigarette and to be included in the menfolk talk.

Merriell keeps staring at his peas, picking away. His mind is far, far away from Granmere’s kitchen. He’s nearly counted to 50 when he feels Eugene’s small hand on his knee. He doesn’t look up.

“I don’t think it, Mer,” Eugene says, barely above a whisper. The threat of Llewelyn coming back, angry at being sent back to the kitchen with the little ones, looms over them. “You’ll be in Heaven with us.”

Merriell doesn’t say anything. He keeps picking his peas, counting, wondering if when he gets to those pearly gates in the sky, they’ll be shut tight.

Omg, hello everyone. This is the first stab at fanfic I’ve take in quite a while. Overall what I post here will be my first drafts, I will likely be posting it at ao3 upon its completion, but please enjoy this humble chapter in the meantime!

#hbo the pacific #the pacific #hbo war #merriell shelton #snafu shelton #fanfic #sledgefu #sneaky Eugene Roe cameo #band of brothers #Maddie writes

[quiltsinfilm]

Quilt spotted in The Pacific E10 (just barely)

Send in any quilts you spot either with a screenshot to the submissions or as an ask if you don't have screencaps

#quilting #quilts #the pacific #hbo the pacific

[imaginesbymk]

— THE PACIFIC PREFERENCE

WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM

Characters: Eugene Sledge, Snafu Shelton, Bob Leckie, Sidney Phillips, Hoosier Smith, Hillbilly Jones + Captain “Ack-Ack” Haldane

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A/N: *sighs* men. let me know if you guys want a part 2 with other characters from the pacific (e.g. john basilone, burgin, jay de l’eau, bill leyden, runner, chuckler etc)!!! pls enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^ // [ko-fi] [commissions] / this was inspired by my love @littlemissvincentvega​ from this post <3

EUGENE SLEDGE “SLEDGEHAMMER” —

He’s flustered, but he doesn’t do anything about it. Eugene’s frail and bookish, so he’s too shy to pursue you. 

Whenever you walk past him, he has to get a good look of you, maybe just a crumb of your face, before keeping his head down.

Sid would tease him and never let it go.

“Give me a break, you ol’ greaser—”

“Hey, I’m just sayin’. The missus needs a friend!”

and Snafu would just make remarks about you, much to Eugene’s annoyance and a sense of motivation to make a move before someone else does. 

Eugene is confident that he would get to ask you out some day, because he was raised to be kind and a gentleman. Time will tell.

MERRIELL “SNAFU” SHELTON —

Learning about your crush on him boosts his ego and is way too cocky about it.

“What did I tell ya? Getting to the likes of Y/N is like discovering a goldmine. I’m gonna reel them in.”

Snafu obviously bothers you during the day by flirting with you, trying to get your attention because he likes getting attention.

He doesn’t leave pleasant remarks at first, but he goes straight down to business. 

“So, doll. Dinner? Movie? Picnic under the stars? How ‘bout I take you to the back of the train and you can show me your caboose? ;)”

Snafu will eventually learn to be more respectful. But at least he’s polite when he tries to talk and hang out with you more.

ROBERT “BOB” LECKIE —

This man is charming. He managed to win over Stella’s family over dinner, so he could do the same with you.

He won’t stop thinking about you. But he’ll get a bit insecure and overthink about other irrelevant things. 

“I wonder what you don’t like about me?”

His friends from How Company make fun of him, reading out loud the letters you wrote to him. 

He shows up to your house unexpectedly, all fresh and clean, in uniform, and he asks you out for dinner. 

Deep down, he’s nervous af - he’s overthinking if it doesn’t work out if you two ever start dating.

When he takes you out you can tell he’s a nervous wreck and he doesn’t know where else to go from there, but you assure him he’s doing fine.

SIDNEY “SID” PHILLIPS —

Sid is already getting along with you, so nothing really changes when he finds out you have a crush on him. If anything, it brings the two of you closer.

He likes to talk to you about anything, and he’ll eventually bring up taking you out for dinner or a picnic under the stars. 

Sid will tell you all about Eugene, life in Mobile, baseball, the rotting coconuts in Pavuvu, anything to keep you around. 

“Here, y/n. How about I drop you home? I can squeeze you in on my bike!”

He’s surprised that he’s not as nervous when you two become more than friends.

Sid realizes he’s falling for you hard and it’s gonna kill him once he’s sent off to fight again.

BILL “HOOSIER” SMITH —

This cocky little shit

When Hoosier confronts you about it, he has a big smirk on his face.

“A lil’ bird told me you got your eyes on me.” (The lil’ bird in question was Chuckler.......)

He wastes NO time asking you out. And of course, you accept. 

If you smoke, he offers you a cigarette from his pack. 

Hoosier is a goofball and he never fails to make you laugh when you two are bonding together. 

He’ll stuff cigarettes up his nostrils and once he finally takes you out, let’s say at a fancy restaurant, he’ll stuff the chopsticks up his nostrils. Anything to hear that laugh of yours.

1ST LT. EDDIE “HILLBILLY” JONES —

He’s flattered, all right.

Even from the dungarees and dirt, he’s known for having a clean, fresh and handsome appearance, according to Sledge’s book. 

Hillbilly’s a gentleman. If he were to take you out sometime, he’d make you feel like there’s no other person in his life but you.

Ack-Ack pushes him to make a move. He assures him that it wouldn’t hurt to leave some room for a little bit of bonding. 

“I know I’m serious when I need to be serious, but I’m a helpless disciple saved by Christ when I found out about you.”

So of course, he’s gonna come in with his guitar and play you a song to win you over.

CAPTAIN ANDREW “ACK-ACK” HALDANE —

Of course, of all people, you develop feelings for the skipper. 

Since he’s a good leader who pulls everyone together during the war, you could understand why you like him. He’s also a very sweet guy.

The thing is, he already knows. You’re too shy to even confess your feelings to him in person or in letters, anonymously or not. In fact, no one even told the skipper about it and nobody needed to. He just knows. A good captain is always observant.

You two are alone for a moment, and his casual, calm and friendly tone manages to help you feel more comfortable and less nervous.

He gives you one of the blankets his dad made for everyone. He wraps it around you at night when you’re feeling cold or afraid.

#the pacific preference #the pacific x reader #hbo the pacific #the pacific #eugene sledge x reader #snafu shelton x reader #bob leckie x reader #sid phillips x reader #hoosier smith x reader #hillbilly jones x reader #ack ack x reader #reader insert #preference

[sirmarksalot]

#1940s #vintage women #women fashion #HBO The Pacific #Caroline Dhavernas #Vera Keller

[iceman-kazansky]

Helloooo!! I am super excited to say that I am your secret santa for hbowardaily's event! I LOOOVE your prompts, and I couldn't be more excited to write them!! I did have a question, though! Is there any specific character you selected that you REALLY want a fic of?!

I can't wait until we can start posting!! :))

your secret santa <3

Hello Love! Sorry for taking a little long to respond 😔 I'm very Pleased to meet you!! I also can't wait until posting starts. It's going to be so much fun :)))

Alright, so, for Band of Brothers; I'm tied between Welsh, Liebgott, and Hall if I'm being honest. I love them all so much I can't really choose (nor would I complain if I got a fic for anybody else, I cannot pick favs) so any of those would be splendid :) I'd suggest just spinning a wheel or something because I'll be happy with literally anything 😭

And for The Pacific; I'd have to say Ack Ack or Eugene Sledge. They're both gorgeous.

#band of brothers #hbo war #bob #easy company #hbo the pacific #hbo band of brothers #tp #the pacific #▪︎Asks #HBO Secret santa 2023

[honey-im-hotdog]

Out of the stick in ‘46

Click for better quality. Please don’t steal or repost, though feel free to use.

Check out my other work :)

#the pacific #the pacific edit #hbo the pacific #hbo war #hbo war boys #hbowar edit #hbowaredit #thepacific #thepacificedit #romus burgin #romus burgin edit #the pacific lockscreen #the pacific wallpaper #cowboy #western #cowboy aesthetic #western aesthetic #cowboycore #westerncore #lockscreen #wallpaper #homescreen #lockscreens #wallpapers #homescreens #aesthetic lockscreens #aesthetic wallpaper #aesthetic homescreen #my edit #none of the photos are mine

[bowdre]

The Pacific OC

i. Basics

•Name•

Kassandra Bloom Ellwood

•Nickname•

Kassidy

•Age•

In 1942> 21

•Birthday•

October 5th, 1921

•Gender•

Female

•Sexuality•

Straight

•Zodiac•

Libra

•Height•

5'6"

•Occupation•

Medic (Nurse) Marine Corps

ii.Relationship Status

Marries Lew Juergens in 1946.

Kassidy met Lew during their training days. She was instantly attracted to him, but decided to keep things strictly professional between them when he too started showing interest. After the Battle of Guadalcanal, and seeing all the death and gore that would surround her for the rest of her time in the war, Kassidy decided to confess her feelings to Chuckler. He responded by instantly pulling her into a kiss, lifting her off the ground and shouting to the rest of the Company; "Kassidy's my future wife, boys!"

iii. Appearance

•Hair colour•

Brunette but has red undertones in the sun

•Hair length•

Shoulder blades

•Eye colour•

Blue/green

•Skin tone•

Pale

iv. Personality

•Good traits•

Hard-working, humble, courageous, dependable, charitable

•Bad traits•

Rebellious, short-temper

•Strengths•

Logical

•Weaknesses•

Perfectionist

•Likes•

Astrology, tennis, hot chocolate

•Dislikes•

Extreme heat/cold, kamikaze planes + pilots, the ocean (after the war)

•Habits•

Asking a lot of questions

•Talents/skills•

Strategic planning

v. Relationships

•Mother•

Aoife Ellwood

•Father•

Brendan Ellwood

•Siblings•

Rosabelle Ellwood (1918)

•Lover(s)•

Lew (Chuckler) Juergens

•Friends•

Sidney Phillips, Wilbur 'Runner' Conley, John Basilone, Manuel 'Manny' Rodriguez, J.P Morgan, Bill Leyden, Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton, Eugene Sledge, Andrew 'Ack Ack' Haldane

•Close friends•

Romus Valton 'R.V' Burgin, Robert 'Lucky' 'Peaches' Leckie

vi. Backstory

Kassidy and her siblings were practiced raised by their grandparents. Their mother and father were either working or across the sea in Ireland. Despite this, Kassidy was close with her mother, constantly writing letters back and forth. When she was thirteen, Kassidy moved and lived in Ireland for nearly five years until returning to the USA in '39. Kassidy's parents believed she and her sister be safer in the States when WW2 broke out, despite Ireland being a neutral country.

When Kassidy had even a minute of free time, she found herself on a makeshift tennis court. It was her father that taught her how to play, and when she enlisted herself into the Marine Corps as a nurse, she taught her Company the art of the game.

She trained and fought with H Company until being transferred to K Company. This was done on the orders by Andrew Haldane after Lew went missing. Andrew thought the change in companions would do the girl some good until they hopefully found Chuckler. This was when Kassidy became close friends with R.V.

#the pacific #romus valton burgin #hbo the pacific #lew juergens #hbo war #sidney phillips #john basilone #snafu shelton #original character #eugene sledge #andrew haldane #ack ack

[cinnamonrollsledge]

HBO War + Headlines & Text Posts

#band of brothers #the pacific #hbo the pacific #hbo war #carwood lipton #winnix #ronald speirs #robert leckie #merriell shelton #snafu shelton #band of brothers memes #the pacific memes #hbo war memes #mine: text post memes #mine #the pacific text post #BoB text post

[andyeddieeee]

What Your Favorite Pacific Character Says About You (based on personal experience)

Sledge- Type 1: You’re learning to find joy and beauty in everything you do and see. You’ve lived most of your life as a cynic, but you’re learning how to have hope. U got this brother

Type 2: Horny Joe Mazzello superfan and 80s fanatic. Put down your iPad that has queen‘s rock in rio pulled up on YouTube and go outside.

Snafu- OKAYYY WE GET IT you think he’s hot!! stop being so horny on the internet!! You also have AWFUL taste in men, but GREAT taste in music. You were probably raised Southern and smoke a LOT of pot.

Burgie- You either have a savior complex or ur fav BoB character was Shifty.

Sydney- You describe your type in men as “golden retriever” and tend to have relationships that all of your friends are jealous of. You also more than likely have a hyper-feminine aesthetic and a weird thing for Robert Irwin.

Basilone- You probably have a thing for firefighters, but not cops, and like to stalk gym rats on instagram. You like your men beefy and a little stupid.

Lena- You’re either a lesbian or you were just really happy to see a woman with a real personality in wwii media.

Leckie- You REALLY liked lord of the flies and great gatsby in high school are more than likely one of those cinephiles who prioritizes look and aesthetic over plot. You also have a journal that you take VERY seriously.

Hoosier- You just want someone to boss ur ass around. Don’t think I don’t see it. We all do.

Chuckler- You’re just kind of normal. Like there’s nothing really wrong with you, you just have common sense and a somewhat stable sense of self.

Runner- I literally don’t even know how to describe Runner fans. They’re kind of jacks of all trades, but also they just kinda keep to themselves? Y’all r an enigma.

De L’Eau- You listen exclusively to sad bisexual girl music and talk about your “babygirls” that are just grown men with mental illnesses.

Ack-Ack- Daddy issues.

Hillbilly- Daddy issues but somehow more complicated.

#if I missed ur fav I sincerely apologize #hbo war #hbo the pacific #the pacific meme #hbo war fandom #eugene sledge #snafu #snafu shelton #sidney phillips #rv burgin #burgie #john basilone #lena basilone #robert leckie #hoosier smith #chuckler juergens #runner conley #ack ack haldane #andrew haldane #hillbilly jones #jay de leau

[precious-little-scoundrel]

|| the genre is: first gentle touch in years, and I want whole episodes dedicated to it

#1917 #1917 film #george mckay #the pacific #hbo the pacific #hbo war trilogy #hbo war #hbo #joe mazzello #eugene sledge #all the light we cannot see #atlwcs #werner pfennig #louis hoffman #wwii germany #ww2 #wwii

[theweirdgoodbyes]

really got into this show and ship 14 years late but oh well enjoy homies

#the pacific #eugene sledge #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #hbo the pacific #sledgefu #sledgehammer/snafu #what is this ship even called #Spotify

[barbeygirl]

*a fictional military man exists*

the fandom:

#let the boys look lovingly into each others eyes #hbo war #band of brothers #call of duty #simon ghost riley #the pacific #1917 movie #soapghost #bucky barnes #mcu #top gun maverick #top gun #cod mw2 #cod mwii #tuntematon sotilas #masters of the air #mota

[imaginesbymk]

❝ WHAT DO WE DO NOW? ❞

The Pacific One Shot

PAIRING — SNAFU SHELTON x NURSE!FEM!READER.

SYNOPSIS / The war's over, and Snafu is taking the edge off with Eugene and Burgin on the high rocks. It doesn't last very long when he notices that you’re having a victory party of your own . . . 

TAGS: mentions of war, mentions of bullying, drinking, smoking, swearing + snafu being snafu

PROMPTS: ❝ can I kiss you? ❞ / ❝ will you stay with me? ❞

WORD COUNT: 1,991

A/N: this story is a bit different than the usual marine x nurse!reader trope. usually the nurse!reader is deemed perfect or is a childhood crush from the town they’re from who reunites with their lover after the war, but i wanted to make them like the outcast who finds some sort of comfort in the bad boy vibe from snafu who holds a soft spot for her in the end. this gift is for @latibvles​ from your secret santa <3 i’m late but merry xmas!!!! and thank u for allowing me to participate in secret santa @hbowardaily​​ —enjoy :))

THE DAY the Japanese surrendered, you had just finished patching up a Marine who suffered several cuts to his lower calf. For years you adjusted to the blood-curdling screams and moans from Marine after Marine, tending to them as they begged you a bunch of nonsense — that nonsense would have worsened their wounds and injuries. But that was your job in the Pacific theatre.

The screams and cries were now chants and balls of laughter, something you haven’t heard in a very long time. Maybe you have heard them here and there from the tents and hospitals— small talks whenever you passed by the cots, they were short-lived. Either they died the next day or their souls died acknowledging this war that felt like an eternity, the laughing would just be dead silence.

It was nice to hear a bunch of men and young boys have a victory party out at base camp.

Although, you left them be. You didn't like the idea of intruding, and drunk men gawking at you. You stayed back to clean up. A couple of nurses were enjoying their own victory parties, clinking glass bottles of coke and wine. You were clinking bottles of medicine back into the shelves.

Outside, Snafu, Burgin and Eugene isolated themselves from the Marines. Watching them party from below was a view, but looking up at the night sky was a movie.

"You see that? Line of stars angling up?" Snafu points up at the dark sky.

"Yep," Burgin answers with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"That's Snafu's peckuh." He listened to the conversation with Eugene and Lieutenant Mac.

One question stuck with him that Mac asked out theoretically. "What do we do now?" Snafu scoffs. "What an idiot."

He was in a small daze. Burgin hands the bottle of alcohol to Snafu.

What could he do? Clean up the mess on the islands, organize everything and take roll call, finish all his duties, clean himself up with a fresh uniform and a plane and train back to Louisiana. There was just one thing he gotta do first once he took his first sip of alcohol.

"I gotta take a piss." He climbs down the rocks, reminding him that he didn't need to keep his head down and adjust his helmet like from the times he instinctively ducks down to avoid being seen by the Japanese. He lands on the gravel and walks over to the side.

Meanwhile, he wished there were women joining in on the fun. But like Eugene would eventually tell his brother back in Mobile, they were off limits. But it’s not like Snafu is obedient every now and then. 

And with that, he watched you from afar. While everyone else was doing God knows what, he wondered where the rest of the infirmary staff were while you were left to handle the manual labor all by yourself. Maybe he didn’t need to pee off in the corner after all. And so he followed you as you went back inside your tent. 

He just watched you at the foot of it, the small breeze from the night moving the curtain a bit so he could see a better view of your uniform. And of course, he was staring at certain places.

You were beautiful, he thought. But he could say that about every other nurse here. 

His look-see didn’t last very long. You turned around when you felt another presence just as you were carrying the twentieth box of inventory into one of the crates. 

“JESUS!” You screamed, dropping the box of medical supplies and crashing on the ground. 

“Terribly sorry for startling you,” but the young man’s grin never faded. He allowed himself in the tent. 

“That’s close enough, Marine.” You made him halt in his tracks. For one thing, he could be drunk out of his mind, looking to sink his claws into someone for pleasure. What was separating him from your safety was the spill that he could foolishly slip and injure him in. And that would be another job to do. Speaking of, you looked down at the shattered glass pieces and substances scattered on the ground. At least it wasn’t too toxic for exposure. “Great.”

“Like I said, I apologize for the disturbance,” the man said.

“Disturbance is an understatement. You can say you scared the shit out of me.” You bent down and carefully gathered the glass shards, ironically touching them with your bare hands when you know you should be getting a broom and dustpan for that... and perhaps some safety gloves and a separate bin to dispose glass.

Snafu raised his brows. “I wouldn’t touch that, ma’am. I’d get a—”

“Yeah, I know.” You stopped doing what you were doing.

The smell of rubbing alcohol nearly filled the air, and there was an unopened pack of sulfur powder. The last time he saw someone use sulfer powder on an infected wound was the First Lieutenant. “That’s the thing, ma’am. I see you packed up all the cleaning supplies. Digging through the dozens of them would be beating the dead horse.”

“I can’t just leave spilt rubbing alcohol on the ground. It’s a safety hazard. I can’t get in trouble again.”

Again? Oh yeah. Snafu watched you kneel on the ground, carelessly getting your sheer tights stained with dirt. He found himself studying you again. In ways he was checking you out previously, but also recognizing the same features he saw when he visited the infirmary tents to see if there were any bandaids left for Burgin’s cuts on his fingers. That day, you were scolded by another nurse for something and the rest of them stared at you like a bug that needed to be squashed. Not only were the nurses staring at you, but so were the Marines who were being treated. Snafu was present to see all of that while he was patiently waiting at the curtains. It intrigued him. Normally he would chuckle to himself over how clumsy someone can be, but a part of him felt that pity. If this was him back in Louisiana, he’d be feeling just as small.

When you made eye contact with him, you said nothing— he was just every other Marine seeking assistance, so you handed over a pack of bandaids. You kept your head down, refusing to let him notice that you were on the verge of tears. He thought nothing of it, and moved along.

“Hang on, doll. I’ve seen you before,” he nods down at you. “You’re like the doormat.”

You scoff at that. “Not an understatement.” And he wasn’t wrong, either. You weren’t exactly the unlikeable one in the bunch, but these nurses weren’t planning on sticking around to become best friends with you for life during and after the war. Meanwhile, the majority of the men looked at you differently, either like eye-candy or a nurse who needed more training. You couldn’t hold small talk with anyone you worked with. Not a single nurse gave off a friendly vibe, and it reminded you of those snobby kids in high school. It shouldn’t affect you when you had a serious job and the cause was likely due to the physical and mental exhaustion from the war, but still... it stung. 

Snafu grins, the alcohol wasn’t even speaking for him. He only took one sip out of the bottle Mac gave them, anyway. He was just like that. “Can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely not.” Your face beamed red.

“Why? You kissed that Marine from Love Company.”

“You’re very likely mistaking me for another nurse, then. I don’t kiss Marines. I nurse them back to health when they get shrapnel in their eyes.”

“Then how about I find you back home and then I can kiss you?”

“No. God," you huff. "You'd do anything to win a girl's heart. You just suck at it. You're the type to run through Makin Island to get to the likes of blondes."

“Not exactly,” he corrects you. “And war’s over, ma’am.”

“I can’t believe you just asked me that out of the blue,” you shook your head in disbelief. But were you even surprised? “You don’t even know my name.”

“I’m Merriell Shelton,” he extends a hand. 

You knew how you wanted a formal introduction to go between you and a man. You expect the man to be polite, and it all started by shaking his hand. But this was Merriell, as you come to learn his name— in which you assume he is given a different nickname by the Marines fighting out there. You heard that the Marines nicknamed First Lieutenant Eddie Jones ‘Hillbilly’, and then-Captain Andrew Haldane ‘Ack-Ack’. For Merriell, it could be something you imagine to be vulgar.  

You stare down at his hand, not reaching yours out to shake it. “Well, Merriell Shelton. I will not kiss you. You should go.”

"So what did you do before all this, Miss?" Snafu dodges your order. 

You roll your eyes and stared at the tiny bottles of ibuprofen tossed in the box, wishing you were back home, doing what you did before all of this. "Just like any other young adult. Helped around the house, tried to get pass through potential colleges. Never thought I'd end up on the other side of the world."

"You're telling me." Snafu nearly spat on the ground. If he had done it, you'd be clearly annoyed and disgusted. You knew these men had gone through so much that even their manners and behaviour were picked up by the conditions on the islands. Even if he had spat, war or no war, you would choose to not say anything.

You and Snafu could hear the loud shouts and laughter outside acquainted with music. Eugene and Burgin must be wondering where Merriell—Snafu– wandered off to now after urinating on the ground somewhere. 

“So... what do we now?” He asks, repeating Mac’s words. 

No one was an idiot in this moment for even asking that. What could the two of you do right now?

“Well, Merriell Shelton, because you just gave me another job, what I am gonna do is sit here and wait for a nurse to come stumbling in to help me clean up.”

“There’s no way they would come and help you. For one thing, they would be too drunk to even carry a broom. They would make you do it yourself. If anything, I can help.”

“After scaring me like that and asking for a kiss? You should be on your way drinking with your friends out there, no?”

“I find this encounter much more entertaining.”

“Why? There are nurses out there to drink and laugh with.”

“I remember faces, ma’am. Some of them weren’t that friendly to you that one time.”

“How do you know that?”

He shrugs. “I remember faces.” 

You got up and sat on one of the chairs. “Well, I’m done working for them and with them. Therefore, I’m not unloading the cargo for a dustpan and broom.”

“Then I suggest you leave the mess here for them to clean up, and make sure there’s no wet floor sign so they can slip on their mistake. Make it seem they were too stupid to realize they dropped a few things in here. They dun’ need to know the truth.” You look up at him. He was smirking. 

“They’ll say something. Will you stay with me?” you ask. “Just don’t try and kiss me. I will hit you so hard in the face, Marine.”

Snafu smiles. “You don’t have to stay in here and wait for it all to unfold.” He extends his hand out once more. “We’re staying by the rocks away from everyone else. I’ll introduce you to Sledgehammer. Maybe I’ll finally get you to tell me your name, by then.”

You smiled back and took his hand. Perhaps one friend is better than many.

END.

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