The following is true...
It's said that everybody has a personal space; an invisible barrrier that if left unbreached, allows a person to feel comfortable. Once that personal space is invaded though, people get nervous and want to back away until their comfort zone is realized again.
It's also said that one of the most feared possibilities, one of the most common nightmares involves being naked in public. Worse yet, being seen in the bathroom.
.......
The warehouse latrine offered no comfort-zone. Each commode was a 18 inches from the next, no privacy dividers to write clever sayings or to read phone numbers advertising various oral services.
The urinals were gigantic troughs an arm's stretch from the toilets. If you were a crap-house pick-pocket, this would be your favorite hang-out.
I was in luck though...it was empty. My early morning rise during down time paid off! I would have my space, I would not be denied my privacy.
Fourteen pounds of gear hung around me. My load carrying gear, the stuff that your canteens, ammo pouches, first aid kit and other miscellaneous junk (like cigarettes and playing cards) are attached to, swung open hanging from my shoulders. My gas mask, attacked to my leg, lay over on the right side, touching the commode next to me. My M-16 lay across my bare knees and my helmet was between my boots.
More than nature's call, this was refuge. Quite time in a place where one was not required to salute officers or follow any other military protocol.
I sighed, the tension in my shoulders washing away. My neck relaxed. Four more days, then I could go back to the barracks, my bed, with my stereo and my stuff. Six more months and I'd be OUT and I could go home to my family and be Super Dad.
The captain walked in with his two little pet LT's. My shoulders tightened and my breath sped up. Time to be proud soldier again...proud soldier doing his duty.
Like a dog sniffing a pole, the captain walked beside the urinal selecting a good spot while reaching for his buttons. He found a suitable target, just askew from directly in front of me, and turned. Over his shoulder he said to me, "What's the word, Brown?"
"Dignity sir, dignity. If only my mother could see me now...," I said, letting the sentence trail off.
Like an old woman's chihuahua that heard a morsel of food hit the ground, the captain's pets snapped their gaze in my direction and began to scowl.
The captain bent over, laughing. Like a trapped living thing realizing its escape was real, its intensity, its drive and emotion grew exponentially. The Lt's then bobbed their heads up and down, smiling and holding their sides in mock laughter, gotta keep pace.
The captain though, his face was red when he looked at me, his eyes wet. He said in gasps, "Yeah, I supposed she be real proud right about now."
It's also said that one of the most feared possibilities, one of the most common nightmares involves being naked in public. Worse yet, being seen in the bathroom.
.......
The warehouse latrine offered no comfort-zone. Each commode was a 18 inches from the next, no privacy dividers to write clever sayings or to read phone numbers advertising various oral services.
The urinals were gigantic troughs an arm's stretch from the toilets. If you were a crap-house pick-pocket, this would be your favorite hang-out.
I was in luck though...it was empty. My early morning rise during down time paid off! I would have my space, I would not be denied my privacy.
Fourteen pounds of gear hung around me. My load carrying gear, the stuff that your canteens, ammo pouches, first aid kit and other miscellaneous junk (like cigarettes and playing cards) are attached to, swung open hanging from my shoulders. My gas mask, attacked to my leg, lay over on the right side, touching the commode next to me. My M-16 lay across my bare knees and my helmet was between my boots.
More than nature's call, this was refuge. Quite time in a place where one was not required to salute officers or follow any other military protocol.
I sighed, the tension in my shoulders washing away. My neck relaxed. Four more days, then I could go back to the barracks, my bed, with my stereo and my stuff. Six more months and I'd be OUT and I could go home to my family and be Super Dad.
The captain walked in with his two little pet LT's. My shoulders tightened and my breath sped up. Time to be proud soldier again...proud soldier doing his duty.
Like a dog sniffing a pole, the captain walked beside the urinal selecting a good spot while reaching for his buttons. He found a suitable target, just askew from directly in front of me, and turned. Over his shoulder he said to me, "What's the word, Brown?"
"Dignity sir, dignity. If only my mother could see me now...," I said, letting the sentence trail off.
Like an old woman's chihuahua that heard a morsel of food hit the ground, the captain's pets snapped their gaze in my direction and began to scowl.
The captain bent over, laughing. Like a trapped living thing realizing its escape was real, its intensity, its drive and emotion grew exponentially. The Lt's then bobbed their heads up and down, smiling and holding their sides in mock laughter, gotta keep pace.
The captain though, his face was red when he looked at me, his eyes wet. He said in gasps, "Yeah, I supposed she be real proud right about now."
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