Works for meBarracks scene:
The evening is sultry, the atmosphere tense. An occasional report of gunfire punctuates the ceaseless buzxing of cicadas.
One of your comrades at arms slaps you across the fyess. He then apologises. You say: 'No, I needed that' before bursting into tears, crying hysterically. He slaps you across the fyess again. He apologises etc. etc..