For a couple months toward the end of 2003, when back in Kuwait, my unit was tasked with pulling security for an ammo dump. During the overnight shift, you could always count on these little ghostly white desert foxes, maybe a little bigger than a Chiuawwa (SP?) coming out looking for scraps. They would come is some quite and ghostly and pick up scrap. It was fun trying to feed them from a guard tower without them getting spooked.
Other interesting critter stuff was watching soldiers in Germany, 1990-1991, during gunnery in Graffenwere and manuevere training in Hoffenfeles run from momma borehogs when babies were around and the solider just could not wait to crap and had to get on ground. Trust me, these mommas were mean adn quick, and about 2 bills or so!