Over the years I've cultivated friendships with other vets, many of them older than myself.
Of special interest is their stories of military service from generations past.
I hate to see some of these pass into history and be lost, so I figured I pass some along----
Here's one from a Dogface that served in the Pacific during the mid-1940's when he worked for General MacArthur:
Back then, troops didn't fly like we do now. They were moved by ship, on big troop transports.
These boats were quite Spartan with their 'acomodations'.
The bathrooms were long rows of toilet seats over a 1/2 of a big drain pipe with sea water always flowing through it.
Like a 20 'holer' outhouse.
In the mornings, with a few hundred guys in there at one time,,,,
When one became available--- It was important to get a seat as far 'upstream' as possible.
There was always someone upstream who would roll out a piece of 'Navy Literature' about the size of a football,
light it, and drop it into the water flowing through the trough...…….
As it went downstream,,,, guys would be jumping up like a row of 'jack in the boxes'.