During basic training for the Army Nurse Corps, we were required to spend one week in the field roughing it.  It rained the entire week.  We arose daily in our swampy tent, took a cold-water beauty bath from our helmets, donned our pistol belts and ponchos, and trudged through the mud to set up field hospitals.  Obviously, our personal appearance frequently left much to be desired.

The final blow to our feminine pride occurred while we waited in the mess line in the mud and rain.  A young private came by with a camera and asked to take our picture.  "It will prove to my girl," he said, "that she has NO reason to be jealous!"