Who's Joey Snuffy?

Before Dale left, the following non-verbatim conversation occurred. (It's pretty close to exact though.) 


D: You need to send everyone my mailing address.
G: Yes, I will. 
D: Ok, because they keep asking. 
G: Yes. I have other things on my mind right now. Plus, you're not even gone yet, so what's it matter if they have your address right now?
D: Fine, I'll just send it. 
G: No, I'll freaking send the address out. It's just not a priority for me right now. I'll probably get to it on Sunday. 
D: I don't know why you're making it a big deal. 
G: Seriously, it's not like they can't write a letter or prepare a package without your address. I'll send it out, just not at this very moment. Geez.


So of course, today is Sunday and I finally have some moments to prepare some information about mailing stuff to Dale to include with his address. As I'm getting it all ready, I notice there's a line in there that says PVT Snuffy, Joey. 


Who in the world is Private Snuffy? Does Dale's name go above his? Does he handle the mail or something? I put my mailing information on hold until I have a clearer idea as to how this address should be. 


Hours later, my dearest husband who so wanted me to hurry up and forward on his mailing address informs me that PVT Snuffy, Joey is the Army's equivalent of a John Doe. It's just a random name used by all to show where your name goes. 


Ahha! No one would have known that outside of the Army. If I would have just shared it that way, it would have travelled around and ol' Snuffy would have stuck on every piece of mail Dale got. 


So I now get to smugly enjoy the fact that by holding off just a few days, I was able to think clearly about what I was doing, rather than forward it out there as it was. Potential return mail has been saved!