Some Days It's The Little Things

Some days it's the heat. Other days it's the long, awkward silences in the truck. And other times it's just the food (and if you send me tuna, jerky, or cliff bars, you're awesome). Today - today it was the showers.

Now, in a properly civilized setting, a shower, for me, is a nice and enjoyable escape. I love few things more than a long and relaxing shower. And here - here it has the added and amazing benefit of being one of the few places where I can get away from pretty much everyone. Every moment of every day, we're pretty much constantly in the company of our fellow soldiers. And sometimes you just want a nice, quality break. And a shower was that for me - a time to be alone and to reflect upon my thoughts.

But all that good and relaxing stuff about long showers - that all goes out the window when someone shits in the showers. Yeah, somebody's been using our showers as a latrine. Repeatedly. Today's new endgame: no more privacy curtains. So much for escaping from the masses.

Yeah, I think I'm done. End scene already. I wanna go home.