The quiet grunt of desperation as you realize that you're god knows where in Iraq with your BDU trousers and MOPP suit around your ankles, your rifle across your boots, you're squatting over a cat hole you just dug with your e-tool, which you bent because the soil here is an inch of fine powder over sandstone bedrock... and you don't have any TP...
Priceless.
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Originally Posted by weswood
Man. I've used shirt pockets, the elastic cut off my socks, paper towels. MRE TP is a luxury compared to some things I've used.
This was back in the day when i was a meter reader for the local electric company. You might end up miles from where you parked your truck and God alone knows where the nearest store or gas station was.
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