Funny for some but not so much for myself as I have had a couple bad experiences here.
#1. One was at Stryker I will not tell the hole story but imagine having chicken rolling down the back of your legs while standing in a chow hall the length of 2 FB fields and trying to make it out unseen because you pass gas and you end up with a bad suprise behind it... Why did this happen? Read on and learn.
#2. Seeing how using a port-a-pottie here in Carver, Iraq "and not a real toilet like they have in Stryker, Liberty or Hammer" is unavoidable. You have 3 hopes.
The first one being that when you are going number 2 that you are able to time everything appropriately by shifting your butt to one side "when you let the submarine go" as to avoid comming out with a bad case of blue a$$ and w/e else is down there.
The second one being that an Iraqi worker or soldier did not use the port-a-pottie before you because you can count on everything including the toilet paper in there being wet as they use a water bottle and there hand to clean their south side as they elevate above everything when they go number 2.
The third one being trying to avoid the first 2 in full battle rattle right before a mission and having a few minutes to do it especially at dark 30 relying on a flashlight...
For the record I have gone number 2 in my pants once, sat on some Iraqi's runny p00p who completely failed to make it into the hole one time, blueassed 12 times and I can't count how many times my weapon sling or gear has ended up in one way or another, getting water that was used to clean someones ass.
For all of you that had to do this over here before me; I salute you. I just assume use a cathole or a 12" hole I make with my own etoot.
So with that being said, if anyone has more experience than I do with these port-a-potties than fill me in. And don't tell me to lay TP down in the blue water because there usually isn't any dry to do it with and when there is there isn't enough to wipe with.
Thanks a billion for those who come up with a salution to one of several great mysteries I have to figure out here in the desert.
Tango Mike,
Lw
#1. One was at Stryker I will not tell the hole story but imagine having chicken rolling down the back of your legs while standing in a chow hall the length of 2 FB fields and trying to make it out unseen because you pass gas and you end up with a bad suprise behind it... Why did this happen? Read on and learn.
#2. Seeing how using a port-a-pottie here in Carver, Iraq "and not a real toilet like they have in Stryker, Liberty or Hammer" is unavoidable. You have 3 hopes.
The first one being that when you are going number 2 that you are able to time everything appropriately by shifting your butt to one side "when you let the submarine go" as to avoid comming out with a bad case of blue a$$ and w/e else is down there.
The second one being that an Iraqi worker or soldier did not use the port-a-pottie before you because you can count on everything including the toilet paper in there being wet as they use a water bottle and there hand to clean their south side as they elevate above everything when they go number 2.
The third one being trying to avoid the first 2 in full battle rattle right before a mission and having a few minutes to do it especially at dark 30 relying on a flashlight...
For the record I have gone number 2 in my pants once, sat on some Iraqi's runny p00p who completely failed to make it into the hole one time, blueassed 12 times and I can't count how many times my weapon sling or gear has ended up in one way or another, getting water that was used to clean someones ass.
For all of you that had to do this over here before me; I salute you. I just assume use a cathole or a 12" hole I make with my own etoot.
So with that being said, if anyone has more experience than I do with these port-a-potties than fill me in. And don't tell me to lay TP down in the blue water because there usually isn't any dry to do it with and when there is there isn't enough to wipe with.
Thanks a billion for those who come up with a salution to one of several great mysteries I have to figure out here in the desert.
Tango Mike,
Lw