This is what happens when CIF (the Central Issuing Facility) explodes in your already too small apartment.
The containers arrived from Iraq last week so that means it all ended up in our house this weekend. Lots and lots of stinky, dirty clothes. Lots and lots of trash send half way around the world because they had to burn or bury any trash they made over there. UGH
Now, I knew this was part of the deal but when part of moving to a new base also means that you have to turn in issued gear, to people who are notorious for being sticklers on how clean the gear is, before you can go. That means before Wednesday we have to have this stuff sorted cleaned and then repacked... and make sure Grant doesn't get into too much trouble with knives and gun cleaner. YAY!
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