North Central Florida in August, annual training/ARTEP in an artillery unit, displacing every few hours or oftener.
“Who wants a bath?”
Everybody on the deuce and a half for the tank trail ride to Sand Hill Lake for a bath with a gator guard with a rifle and spotter on the hood, just in case, pure heaven, got dusty again on the ride back but we were in clean drawers and didn’t stink.
Same for a winter ex in Germany, pop the cargo hatch on the 113, heat a quart of water in your steel pot on the squad stove, drop pants and at least wash off the top layer of funk, ahhhhh!
Yeah. I do German WW2 reenactments. Try wearing a wool uniform for a couple days in 90 plus temps. People start to smell like BO, Wood fire smoke and that smell after a hard night of drinking beer.
Always try to take a “Whores Bath” even in the coldest of Temps. Face, Armpits and naughty bits and a change of underwear and socks. A real adventure in below freezing temps.