Yup, we lived in a trailer park. Row after row of plain white trailers, kind of like the kind you’d see for supervisors’ offices at construction sites. It really did look a lot like this. Here are a couple photos, one from afar (when we saw it on the road) and one from within the “streets” of the camp, during the fall break when someone (I don’t recall who) got some inflatable decorations from home.
Of course, they were better than tents in the long run, and we were the first ones to use these trailers, so they were in good shape. But still, the first several days we were there we ran out of “trailer park” jokes.

Comment added 23 April 2014:
We decorated the insides, but the inflatable pumpkin & turkey were the most elaborate outside decorations we ever saw, and they were temporary. You generally didn’t want to call attention to the outside of the trailer, in case the enemy was looking and trying to determine which was the one with the leadership in it. Or, they could use a highly obvious trailer as a target reference point for spotting mortars.

Bland anonymity offered a degree of safety; hiding within the herd. Of course it also meant that every so often, even after living there for months, you were still in danger of getting disoriented and losing your way back to your trailer.