So, let’s get vulnerable amongst friends. Several years I was stationed at Ft. Lewis, WA. Our battalion loaded up for an FTX and convoyed to the Yakima Firing Range in central WA. After the several hour drive, and all the time it took to set up, I URGENTLY needed to take a dump.
The porta-potties hadn’t been brought in yet, so I hiked a hill or two away from our company, dropped my BDUs and proceeded to have my eyes water from the relief.
While so engaged I heard the wop-wop-wop of a Blackhawk. Yup, they saw me. The doors were open and a few guys pointed at me, laughing. To add insult to injury, they flew over and circled around, to rub it in. Oh, the indignity.