We lived in trailers, as I mentioned before. When we first got there, these trailers seemed like vast hotel suites. These were people who expected to end up in group tents, jammed cot-to-cot, or in pup tents or foxholes with ponchos draped over them, perhaps, as we’d seen pictures of guys doing during the initial invasion. The war in Iraq was barely a year old and there were already trailer parks, septic systems, plumbing and electricity. Logistics like that are indeed one of the wonders of the world.
Still, within a few months our lifestyles had caught up with us– the PX (Post Exchange; a big general store mentioned in an earlier comic) opened and we quickly accumulated all the stuff we love: TVs, books, computers, Playstations & XBoxes, and so on. It quickly felt like, instead of a hotel suite, we were living in one of the garbage mashers in Star Wars, with the walls closing in closer… and closer…