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True story: The year was 1988 and I had just recently reported onboard my first ship, USS Dewey DDG-45. We headed out for what was my first Mediterranean Cruise. Many European ports were visited though just one is of importance here – a stop in Italy! The adage of sailors drinking, oftentimes too much, is rather true.

One of our crewmembers had been out for the evening and during much consumption, had become separated from his buddies. Alone, he started wandering, and became rather lost in the unfamiliar countryside. Several hours had passed and off in the distance he saw a single farmhouse which was illuminated from an inside light. He sneaked up to this modest home and took note of a small bed located in an enclosed porch. Given that it was well past midnight and hearing no activity, he crawled into the bed and stole a few hours of sleep.

He awoke early and… had to poop! He quietly found an interior bathroom and did his business. Not wanting to possibly awake the owners, he was forced to not flush. He silently slipped away and as the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, he managed to find his way back to the ship. Imagine waking up and discovering unknown poop your toilet.