Your Soldier Is A Klutz

Or:
I Never Realized How Much I Missed Sidewalks...
...until I was lying on my back, covered in mud, LT G and some passerbyers laughing loudly while I smiled my the-universe-hates-me smile.

Slipping and falling in the mud is not fun. It's especially not fun after a long day in Iraq. It's even less fun when a passing car points out the worst part - "can't go to the chow hall looking like that." Yeah, it's true, you're not allowed to be dirty in the FOB Stryker chowhall. So 10 minutes later I found myself in the shower with my muddy clothes, hoping that the new cut on my knee doesn't get infected.

Ladies and gents, your soldier is a klutz. That is all.