‘We Can Figure Out Privacy’ for Young Ladies in Frontline Combat”
Yea, right.
I remember standing in two feet of muddy water in a bomb crater. Combat boots, flak jacket & helmet, otherwise stark naked, taking a bath. My buddy stood guard until we swapped & I guarded while he cleaned up.
Now we will have to pack opaque shower curtains & His and Her signs along with our ammo, chow, spare batteries, frags, dry socks, etc.
How many coed OPs and LPs will found with His & Her slit throats the next morning after their occupants were “distracted”.
Where’s Dandy Don to sing, “Turn out the Lights, the Party’s Over”? This was a great country while it lasted.
Please see Post 94. . .I’m right there with you.