I was back in uniform, as an Air Force liaison guy attached to an Army infantry unit. We were in a hilly area (maybe Israel?), planning a base defense. There was active intel stating an attack was imminent, so we were getting guys in place. My role was as a space capability advisor, letting the soldiers know what capes were most suitable for the mission at hand.
I was fit and clear-headed, able to keep up with the soldiers effortlessly. We rehearsed maneuvers that incorporated different parts of the base camp. We moved in sync, using few words. I wasn't as well-equipped as the soldiers, but I had a 9MM sidearm and an M-16 across my back. I felt confident I could handle whatever the "bad guys" brought our way.
As we prepped, I looked up and noticed parachutes. Couldn't tell if they were friendlies or adversaries, so we took cover to better observe this development. I went into a "Cadillac", one of the portable trailer-style latrines oft-used in Southwest Asia and other places. As I went in, I found myself near a urinal which was stuck in the "water flow" position. Hearing rushing water woke me from what was a sound sleep, 'cause...well...you know...
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