We lived in our tracks for about five months in 90-91 in the desert. One night in January of 91 we did a big rehearsal and the wind was blowing hard. I used to keep my map case bungie-corded on top of my turret with the red work lamp. I had this awesome pair of duck hunter gloves that I only wore at night because they were that old fashioned camouflage.
We were driving along and I pulled my map case out (You armour guys know how big they are) and was in the process of refolding it when the wind gusted. My map blew out over the back of the track and I told my driver to stop. I jumped off the track and ran back, retrieved my map. To make a long story short, my map has landed in a pile of human crap and I got the stuff all in the seams of my gloves. I didn't realize until I handed the map down to my gunner to wipe off what I thought was mud. He went, "It smells like sh*t in here." That's when I realized. I ended up throwing the gloves away because I couldn't clean them.
It's a glamorous life is armour.