Bneh. In the first Gulf War, we got what we dug. Luckily, I was younger back then and my knees were in better shape, because there certainly weren’t any trees to prop against. It wasn’t ’til after the hostilities ended that we actually dug latrines, and those were usually 50-foot-long or so trenches with shelter half curtains on the side toward our site.
Ain’t no urinal like the one in the Hotel Bar in little Marenisco, MI. It’s about 4.5 feet tall and at least 3 feet wide. If you miss, you better stop drinking for good.
skh says:
Bneh. In the first Gulf War, we got what we dug. Luckily, I was younger back then and my knees were in better shape, because there certainly weren’t any trees to prop against. It wasn’t ’til after the hostilities ended that we actually dug latrines, and those were usually 50-foot-long or so trenches with shelter half curtains on the side toward our site.
Eric says:
Ain’t no urinal like the one in the Hotel Bar in little Marenisco, MI. It’s about 4.5 feet tall and at least 3 feet wide. If you miss, you better stop drinking for good.