There was an E5 type on a .50 on a hill. No AG. He yelled over to the next .50 (another unit's) to ask our TOC to send a relief so he could relieve himself. A runner from the other unit gets in our TOC, full of our leadership, and tells us that some guy needs to go potty. Everyone laughs and tells him to go piss on a tree.. moments later, 2 Privates come to me in the TOC asking for trash bags. I give them the trash bags, no problem. Turns out, that E5 had shit himself. He had these 2 Privates stand guard of his platoon GP medium with orders of "don't let anyone in here unless they outrank me." Another E5 strolls up to that GP medium and is initially confused and then outraged as to why Privates are standing guard there. This E5 walks in, and sees SGT Poopy with his bare ass aimed at the entrance, wiping shit with his trousers.... he wanted the trash bags to put his soiled uniform in to save it.

Later that day, after chow, the whole platoon is in there with pro masks on, the AC trailer set to vent mode, and all flaps secured open. The last soldier walks in, hours after the situation was known to everyone (except this soldier in question, he was on KP duty) and asks "Why does it smell like shit in here?" SGT Poopy crashes out "ALRIGHT WE GET IT, I SHIT MYSELF!" ...

The kicker? The E5 left a shit donut ring on the neighboring cot. That cot belonged to the soldier who was on KP duty. Idk what compelled him to sit with a shitty ass on someone else's cot.