Actually, that was much better than when we jumped into Afghanistan. We were on a 130, seats removed. We had about two squads of Rangers, and a few Airforce dudes sitting nut-to-butt, with a "large support object" behind us taking up all the space. When the jump master told us to stand up, the lower half of my body was completely numb from my kit being ontop of me, and the guy sitting in front of me...his chute, gear, and so on.
Now as we exfiled from the mission, everything that left the bird to include the people were put back in roughly the same configuration. To the rear of the 130 was a 5 gallon jug for urination purposes (since it was a pretty long flight). About half way through the flight, on the way back to base, the floor suddenly felt....wet. Now keep in mind the inside of the bird was blacked out. The first thing I thought was that someone sat on their Camelback hose. Wrong. Someone in the back yelled, "ITS FUCKING PISS!" We were laying in a combination of flight crew, Ranger, and the AF detachment's piss. Everyone was pretty much asleep before this had happened. Some mumbled the typical, "mother fuckers!" line, and went back to sleep. The other half just slept through it. I think that event, after several other miserable episodes over the course of that mission, made for one of MY shittiest days in the Army. That's aside from my six month Ranger School tour of course lol.