re: Peeing in bottles on road trips

When I was driving tanks in the Army I didn't have a choice. There were times I HAD to pee in a bottle because we were on a road march or formation and I couldn't just pull the tank over to get out and pee.

Shortly after I got out of the Army I was training to be a truck driver. One night I pulled over to the side of the interstate to pee. My Driver Trainer was napping in the sleeper and poked his head out the curtain to ask why we were stopped. I told him why. "That's why you have a bottle. Use it." he says.
Hell no. I informed him exactly what he could do with his "bottle".
I peed in a bottle in Germany, Texas and some sand covered Camalstan places. Those days are over.
I'm home, in America, on a public highway. I am never peeing in a bottle again. There is nothing in the truck and nowhere I have to be that can't wait while I pull over and water the flowers on the side of the road.

That is exactly why I chose Artillery instead of Armor. When a Desert Storm vet told me that he spent 72 hours with the buttoned up, I said frick that!

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Inefficient, because then you're just going to have to pee it out again

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In moments of extreme dehydration, your body can actually extract and utilize some water from your urine on a second pass through your system.

A buddy of mine has a pretty funny/stupid story related to this. I figure this is a good place to share it.

So he and some friends were taking a trip to the Houston Rodeo. It was about 8 of them, so they had two vehicles. They were also dumbasses (my friend has changed a ton). Everyone was slamming beers, including the two drivers. My buddy was several beers in and had to piss big time. They were already running pretty late, so nobody wanted to pull over. So he grabs one of his empty beer cans and unzips his pants. He starts pissing, but he realizes pretty quickly that he is going to need another can. So he reaches down for one as he's pissing in the first can. At this moment, the driver starts slamming on the breaks. My buddy uses all of his focus to keep from peeing outside the can. Then BOOM. They've been hit.

Their friends behind then weren't paying attention and have slammed into the back of them. My buddy pissed all over the car, the seat, and himself. And the idiot still went to the Rodeo in his piss covered jeans.