I once shit in a porta-john at fort irwin, it was 109 outside, around noon, and a week’s worth of MREs were knocking at my back door. We were doing advance-party sight survey for a signal shot and goddamn I knew this shit was coming so I drove all over looking for an actual shitter. Opened the door, a cloud of flies hit me in the face, I threw my weapon at my squad leader and had the absolute worst shit of my life.
I should have shit out in the weeds. Damn near had a heat stroke and sensory overload from the absolute horror atmosphere of methane and heat. Every pore on my body instantly began sweating in overdrive. I could only think: please, please, I don’t want to die this way. Please.
Yeah, ‘‘dry heat’’ is not a thing inside the blue water swamp box. When I was in Mosul i had a similar experience, trouble was brewing, tripple digits in the afternoon. I usually try to make a TP throne because that plastic is hot af but time was short and for some reason the seat was kinda springy upwards a bit and the tp kept sliding off. At least the TCNs cleaned the things several times a day but that day I learned how sensitive some of my skin is to heat. So there I was dispensing liquids profusely and I realized I was actually in danger of heat stroke. I took my top off but it wasn’t enough. I opened the door much to the displeasure of an NCO that was walking by. She did not heed my request for a water bottle but the dry air actually felt cool immediately despite the temps and I lived another day to police up other people’s cigarette butts from the motor pool (I don’t even smoke, this is bullshit). I use arch btw.
I once shit in a porta-john at fort irwin, it was 109 outside, around noon, and a week’s worth of MREs were knocking at my back door. We were doing advance-party sight survey for a signal shot and goddamn I knew this shit was coming so I drove all over looking for an actual shitter. Opened the door, a cloud of flies hit me in the face, I threw my weapon at my squad leader and had the absolute worst shit of my life.
I should have shit out in the weeds. Damn near had a heat stroke and sensory overload from the absolute horror atmosphere of methane and heat. Every pore on my body instantly began sweating in overdrive. I could only think: please, please, I don’t want to die this way. Please.
Yeah, ‘‘dry heat’’ is not a thing inside the blue water swamp box. When I was in Mosul i had a similar experience, trouble was brewing, tripple digits in the afternoon. I usually try to make a TP throne because that plastic is hot af but time was short and for some reason the seat was kinda springy upwards a bit and the tp kept sliding off. At least the TCNs cleaned the things several times a day but that day I learned how sensitive some of my skin is to heat. So there I was dispensing liquids profusely and I realized I was actually in danger of heat stroke. I took my top off but it wasn’t enough. I opened the door much to the displeasure of an NCO that was walking by. She did not heed my request for a water bottle but the dry air actually felt cool immediately despite the temps and I lived another day to police up other people’s cigarette butts from the motor pool (I don’t even smoke, this is bullshit). I use arch btw.
my brother.
jeeze man that’s fucked up
you emerged victorious and survived the ordeal. it’s the best we can ask. good luck.
I’m fuckin howling
You poor fucker
was one of those moments where you start to reconsider your life choices, especially serving in the mil lol…