Ah, the sweet smeall of...OMG what IS that?!
The senses are a wondrous thing, equally delighting and assaulting a person a various times.
Sight
Delight: a beautiful sunset
Assault: fat hairy man in a speedo
Taste
Delight: rich, decadent chocolate
Assault: chow hall food (I think bland should be added to the list of flavors)
Sound
Delight: a child's laugh
Assault: a child's scream
Touch
Delight: smooth silk
Assault: wood splinter from the rough hewn desk top you work at
And then there is smell...
Delight: fresh laundry, your favorite perfume
Assault: the latrine trailer, the unwashed masses of third country nationals
Being deployed is almost a continuous assault on the olfactory nerve. Take, for instance, the latrines. While I am glad they are actual toilets and not port-a-johns (which have their own unique smell), they are basically one big port-a-john on a septic tank that has to be sucked out every day. The degree of smell varies from one trailer to the next and you learn to associate the smell with where you are. Much like perfume, there are layers. In one trailer, the first layer smells like formaldehyde and reminds me of dissecting frogs in Anatomy & Physiology class. Under that layer is the usual smells associated with latrines: fecal, antiseptic, bleach, etc. There are not a lot of instances where you think, "Wow! That smells good." So, don't be surprised if I stick my nose in a dryer sheet box when I get back.
Sight
Delight: a beautiful sunset
Assault: fat hairy man in a speedo
Taste
Delight: rich, decadent chocolate
Assault: chow hall food (I think bland should be added to the list of flavors)
Sound
Delight: a child's laugh
Assault: a child's scream
Touch
Delight: smooth silk
Assault: wood splinter from the rough hewn desk top you work at
And then there is smell...
Delight: fresh laundry, your favorite perfume
Assault: the latrine trailer, the unwashed masses of third country nationals
Being deployed is almost a continuous assault on the olfactory nerve. Take, for instance, the latrines. While I am glad they are actual toilets and not port-a-johns (which have their own unique smell), they are basically one big port-a-john on a septic tank that has to be sucked out every day. The degree of smell varies from one trailer to the next and you learn to associate the smell with where you are. Much like perfume, there are layers. In one trailer, the first layer smells like formaldehyde and reminds me of dissecting frogs in Anatomy & Physiology class. Under that layer is the usual smells associated with latrines: fecal, antiseptic, bleach, etc. There are not a lot of instances where you think, "Wow! That smells good." So, don't be surprised if I stick my nose in a dryer sheet box when I get back.
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