My DH had a training exercise this past weekend and he ended up spending hours each day in MOPP Level 4. In other words, he had to wear a gas mask and a chemical warfare suit over his regular uniform. He tried explaining to my eldest child what it was like, but in the end, he let her just try it on for a few minutes. She posed fiercely for the picture.
It didn’t take long for her to understand what he was talking about. The protective gear is extremely hot, bulky and annoying to get in and out of. Back in my day the suits were much heavier and the masks only had two lenses set into holes to see out of instead of having the wide lenses. We all looked like Sand People from Tatooine.
I enjoyed my brief (6 years) time in the military, but port-a-potties and hours spent sweltering in MOPP gear are two memories I’d not want to relive.
I’m working on a pair of socks, but they’re going slow due to a consistent lack of dedicated knitting time. The drought here has officially ended. Most likely we’ll have rain up through next June. Grandpa Porgy was successfully moved to a new retirement home today. We don’t know how long he will be there. For the price he could be staying at a really, really nice resort someplace and be ordering room service. Not much else happening. Cheers!