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A month with the Infantry - Part 3 - Bathroom breaks

After a few patrols, I had gotten used to the idea of planning around bathroom breaks. We'd get out of the vehicles for dismounted patrol, so it wouldn't be too difficult to find a place to pee every few hours.

Well one day we didn't dismount. I kept waiting for the order to come over the radio to "stop the vehicles and get out here," but it never came. And my bladder was reaching its limits. "No problem, though," I thought. "I'll just use this nearby Gatorade bottle. It's got a wide mouth, and it'll screw shut.

The body armor we wear is bulky and unwieldy. It makes us hot and drains away our endurance. It makes it difficult to move quickly, climb over walls, and, I was about to find out, see into the bottle I'm peeing into. I also soon discovered that my bladder holds more fluid than the 20 oz that a Gatorade bottle holds. As the warm, pungent overflow poured out onto my hands and pants, the other guys in the squad erupted in laughter.

Awesome.

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lol wtf

It truly is amazing, the basic principle of, "What goes in, must come out" doesn't actually allude to that distribution being equal..., though it's hard to believe it wouldn't. How is it that I pee three beers for every one I consume? We may never know.

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