When I was in the Army I was stationed at a small artillery group in Turkey. We didn’t do much field stuff because our mission was to guard the rounds and have radio and satellite contact with the higher ups but we did have Field Exs for a day or two every couple months. I was a satellite radio operator on a three man team and we deployed to our location, which was part of a fenced area guarded by the Turkish army essentially just down the road from our HQ area. Also there was our secured site where our MPs were guarding the rounds. We had a run down comm post to work out of but the water was turned off or toilets weren’t working and that evening I had a moment where I really had to go. I walked over to our secure facility but I didn’t have clearance to enter. I walked over to the Turkish building but they’re weren’t going to let me in either. With no other option, I grabbed my entrenching tool and the toilet paper from my MRE, dug a little cat hole, and proceeded to awkwardly squat with my pants around my ankles and my shirt shoved up so I could get on with the business.
And that’s when the wild dogs started barking.