So far in the last few months I've been shot at (ish) twice, almost went boom once, been verbally abused too many times to count, physically abused more than enough (including just yesterday - damn violent Puerto Ricans!), and humiliated and generally humbled on an almost daily basis. Heck, I've even had to clean bathrooms and carry my own body weight's worth of human feces more than a few times (stupid wag bag detail).
But, you know, for all that crap (including dealing with the all-existent pigeon crap at the old base - yay health hazards!), I think losing the privacy and sanctuary of the showers has been the absolute worst (well, except for that other thing). There's just something grating about never, ever, ever being able to get any proper quiet and hassle-free alone time. The end of this deployment just can't come quickly enough.
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