A sight to remember

During quiet moments of meditation my thoughts sometimes drift back to the impressive sights I have seen in Europe. These include such memorable structures as the Tower of London, Westminster, Buckingham Palace, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the wonders of Venice. Yet all these pale in comparison to the latrine at a British army camp where I and hundreds of others spent the days leading up to the invasion of Normandy. We would be the first infantry replacements and few people envied us the assignment.
The first thing we saw after getting off the trucks at this camp a short distance from the docks at Southampton was a building bearing a sign "Ablutions." This had a sinister ring to farm boys from Iowa and city slickers from Chicago and New York. What awaited us inside? A couple of the most daring among us ventured close enough to open the door and peer inside. Laughing, they assured the less adventurous that it was nothing more than a place to wash up, shave or take a shower should someone feel the need.
That was quickly forgotten when we explored a low and lengthy building directly across the way. Along one wall were seventy-five toilets and across an aisle ten feet wide were seventy-five more. A one hundred and fifty seater!
And yet this magnificent facility proved inadequate. After breakfast the next morning a long line - or queue as we liked to say in England - of men awaited their turn to enter. After reaching the front of the line, an awesome sight stretched out ahead of me: one hundred and fifty men seated facing each other and a corporal named Corrigan urging them to perform their business and move on out. He would pace back and forth between the lines calling out, "Let's cut it off short, men! Let's cut it off short, let's snap shit!"
When a seat was vacated, Corrigan would rush toward it and drop into a semi-crouch, pointing to the next man in line with one hand and the available spot with the other.
This was not a place to dawdle. Not the place to bring the morning newspaper or a paperback book. No malingering was allowed. Should someone find it necessary to stay longer than Corrigan found acceptable, the unfortunate fellow felt the full effect of the corporal's wrath.
Yes, this was indeed a never-to-be-forgotten experience. A vision of this overwhelming facility was permanently engraved upon my mind so it seems a shame that history has overlooked this prelude to the battles that lay ahead. After all, this was the last chance many men would ever have to spend a relaxing moment seated on a throne.

Those who were modest had a real problem.

Shelagh, may we see some toilet seats? And a real smart salut?

I think we should start a "Just ask Shelagh" fan club.

I'll join up.

Me too.

Dear Dick,
I have a book that was put out by Life Magazine of photographs that are so poignant that the picture speaks without the need of words.

Your words speak without the need of pictures. I imagine that is what great writing is all about.

I think of you every time I see the little turtles riding the jet stream in Finding Nemo. Go Figure, Next thing I will be smiling and calling you Dude.
Love,
Betty

Those toilets lined up reminded me of an old movie, No Time for Sergeants,
I think it was, with Andy Griffith. He cleaned all the toilets and
rigged up a device to make the lids all "salute" at once. Hadn't
thought of that until reading your post!

Betty, I am enjoying your changing and moving avatars. (.gifs are great.)

Dick, I doubt I will ever lose the image your tale brings to my mind. In fact, I now have a greater appreciation for the privacy afforded me in the bathroom. Alone!

Shelagh is definitely the best smilie finder of all!