The next day started our off-crew requalification process. I dumped the contents of my sea bag onto the bedroom’s rug. My eyes watered from the smell emanating off the rumpled uniforms. It triggered a flashback. On patrol, we did not notice the odor. Now, the indescribable stench dominated my senses. Before the room was permanently contaminated, I gathered an armload and stuffed it into the washing machine across the hall. With the wash cycle set for maximum, the cleansing began. I deposited the remaining clothes onto the lanai. Hopefully, some of the smell would evaporate into the earth’s atmosphere. Except for Connell, who washed his things shortly after moving in, my roommates were in the same predicament. Regretfully, we put fun on the back burner and spent the remainder of the day getting ready to go back to work. The next morning, we donned freshly laundered dungarees and white hats.
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