Down, ladies. Really. This is serious stuff. I'm being fully supportive of my buddy Bill Arkin by showing all you nugs out there the obscene amenities we soldiers are lavished with by a duped public and fawning Congress.
[Photo moved to the Flash Traffic/Extended entry, since there have been a few heart attacks. *I* think it's work-safe, but apparently some workplaces are *really uptight*. They better be blocking National Geographic, too...]
Ah, the showers. Standing on the ammo box, sun-warmed water from the bucket cascading down, sloughing away the accumulated grime from traveling to far places, meeting exotic people, and then killing them for fun, profit, and Big Oil. And c-rats for dinner! Ummmm, green eggs and ham! Ham 'n lima beans! Beans 'n weenies!
No, ladies - it's not Sanger. Nor Sugarbuttons. Certainly not the Armorer, who's not had a waist like that since, oh, February 1975. No, make that March 1975. H/t Boquisucio.
Tomorrow - lavish latrine facilities!
BTW, campers - any and all photos of lavish amenities are encouraged! See *your* stuff on the web! Get credit! Amaze your friends and family! Any and all armies and eras - remember, we Myrmidons have to stick together! Well, until after we shower, and aren't as sticky for a little while... Y'know, things like the muddy lake we had to wade through to get to, and back from, the shower trailers at Camp Doha (that would be Camp Doha, Kuwait, that I'm thinking of)?




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