It was one of the hottest days of August, 1999. Location: Patriot Site 5, Al Jaber Air Base, Kuwait (AKA - middle of nowhere). Some soldiers were waiting in a bus ready to return to the US Air Force compound where we all lived when we weren't on site.
No Bus Driver.
Realizing I was the senior person there, I venture out to find our missing bus driver.
When I find him, I find out he has lost his ID. This is a big deal when it is your only way into either our site or the US compound - it was also needed to even get on the air base itself, which we were on.
He had apparently been looking everywhere to no avail. I ask him to talk me through where he went from the moment he got off the bus. Turns out he originally went to the bathroom. (I think by know most of you see where this is going) we walk over to the row of porta-potties.
Back then we wore our IDs exposed at all times in clear vinyl holder / arm bands on our left arms. I knew from my own experience that if you did not consciously think about it, any act of removing your shirt could cause you do drop your ID. Poor soldier had done this in the porta potty.
There, about 2 - 3 feet down, just at the edge of a towering pile of piss soaked solid waste, was his ID card, still in its holder.
"We don't got all day," were the words I seem to remember coming out of my mouth as I stepped out of the porta potty.
A few seconds later I am boarding the bus as Joe comes running out with his ID.
I hope for his sake supply was able to get him a new holder.
Adam