Outtake: Shenanigans

It started on a lunch break in the middle of a hot day of training last summer as several of us took our armor off and the familiar smell of “plate carrier funk” started emanating from our sweat-soaked shirts. That day, though, I’d left the shirt I usually wear under my armor behind to test a new kind of shirt after a recommendation from a friend who swore up and down that it was “stink proof.”