On the train to Philadelphia recently, the toilets had water, but the sinks did not in the last two cars. I walked three cars away from my seat to wash my hands. On the way back, I let the conductor know about the lack of water. He said there are different water systems for the sinks and the toilets. Then smiled and said the water is blue in the toilets.
I told the conductor about a morning at Camp Beuhring, Kuwait, in April 2009. We were there for training before we went to Camp Adder, Iraq. During our two-week stay, we slept in 77-man tents. Outside the tent were several sinks and mirrors just standing in the open on the sand. I wish I had a picture.
About twenty yards away were Porta-Johns or Shit Ovens, which everyone called the plastic enclosures when the temperature approached 120 degrees. One morning just after down I went out to the sinks, brushed my teeth, then walked toward the Porta-Johns. One of the soldiers just stepped out of one and was walking toward me.
He looked at my toothbrush, smirked, and sweeping a hand toward the Porta-Johns said, "Sergeant Gussman, there's some blue mouthwash in there."
"Thanks," was all I said.
Kuwait Porta-Johns
Home Sweet Home in Kuwait
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