Here's a story I'm sure many of you have different versions of, but I'll go first & then you can drop a funny combat poop memory here too.

2011, Afghanistan. Our unit was hunting a particular shadow governor in Jalalabad, and we got wind that he was in a little village south of the city. We NEVER did daylight ops - we were almost exclusively a point target raid organization. In this particular instance though, we had a fleeting high value target and no time, so we went out with a bunch of Afghan commandos to cordon the village and tighten the noose to catch our guy.

Cordon is set, and our Chief decides to try and do a callout with the village elders to see if they'll give him up, so they get on the bullhorn and request a KLE. All the old grey beards come out and form a school circle around us, under guard.

It's becoming quite clear that these village elders are protecting the target, and that he's definitely in the village - but we're trying to avoid a gunfight if possible. During all this discussion, I really, really have to take a shit - but I'm on the 240. I'm getting more and more annoyed by the elders stonewalling & the turtle is starting to poke his head out. Things are getting heated between my chief and the elders, so to spice things up a little and make it clear we have lost respect for them... I conducted my first ever combat shit as rounds start to go off at the black side cordon. Bucket comes off the truck, I dropped trou in front of the entire KLE, and dropped a deuce (they were pretty pissed). Firefight ensues, touchdown jackpot.