Hi,
It did took me long why do I feel so comfortable inside the container. While other seek to flee out of this hot as hell (during hot summer days) or cold as your finer might stick to the steel (during the winter).
I used to spend hours upon hours in this kind of container when I was a scout boy in my youth. And in my final year in the scouts (12th grade) I served as head of the Mahsan (which translate as storage room). I, and Or, with our 5 freshmen (8th grade scouts) used to provide to the supplies to the scout guides.
We spend most of our time in the small room that was used to store the most usable supplies. We were the only one to have a refrigerator and a toaster in a room of our won. A place to sit with a fan or a heater on our own chair.
In the container we had the equipment that was rarely used: used to the hikes, field days or summer camps. In this days we used to unpack the container and repack it after we back home.
So you understand why it made feel uncomfortable to see our reserve duty company container all messed up. In some point I just decided to rearrange all the equipment in it: vest bags (vest and helmet) on shelves of one side, and the rest of the company equipment on the shelves on the other side.
But it did took me a while to understand while I feel so uncomfortable to be inside the container and the urge to rearrange it. Just when I we were released from our last round of reserve duty, and I had the time to clear my mind I understood it.
Take Care
Gad
Inside the container