Combat is dirty business. So is pooping. And when the two collide during times of war, you can bet your ass that the U.S. is ready for shit to hit the fan.
I remember the first time I ever saw an Afghan man poop. It was the summer of 2010, and my platoon had taken a tactical pause in a village somewhere in rural Kandahar, where farmers harvest opium for a living and plumbing doesn’t exist.