Reminds me,
I am in Afghanistan currently due to get out soon for my time is up here next week and I deal with some of the people in the country and good lord some of them smell. I smell them when I had to fly with them when I came back from leave and when I eat chow I the DFAC which is really bothering at times, I had to keep my mouth shut about it of course.
It can happen anywhere. When I was stationed in Germany, our landlords lived upstairs. They watched our son occasionally when he was a baby and one afternoon I went to get him. Johanna said he was in their room. I went to get him, and he was tucked under a down comforter—I’ve smelled nicer pig pens. Thought I was going to puke. LOL