This is what happens when it is muddy on Camp Victory. The mud sticks to shoes and boots, dries, and falls off indoors. Our lovely cubicle here in Al Faw Palace is continuously littered with mud and dirt. Our chair wheels scritch across it, making awful, gritty, fingernails-on-chalkboard-like sounds. It puts me in a bad mood.
Apparently, I am not the only one who abhors a gritty floor. I noticed all these boots suspiciously lined up, Japanese-style, outside the entry to one office. I had to laugh when I read the sign across the doorway.