We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I went about a month without a bath or shower in early 1967, northwest of Tay Ninh City, not far from Cambodia. I don’t recommend anyone go that long. Luckily, the Army had not yet changed from steel helmets, so we all had a pot for at least a cat’s bath now and then. And shaved every day.
It was two years later and east and a little north of you but I probably smelled and felt as bad. The first time I saw disposable baby wipes my mind went back to that grungy time, what a luxury they would have been.
A few months into my oldest's first Iraq deployment, he asked all relatives to stop already with the baby wipes. They were appreciated for a time, but after the fourth case delivered in a few weeks ...