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By one o’clock on Sunday afternoon, I was already regretting the decision to wear my full service dress uniform.

Not because it was uncomfortable. I had worn far worse in much harsher places. A wool-blend jacket inside a climate-controlled country club was not exactly hardship.

The problem was visibility.

A formal uniform in a room full of wealthy civilians continue reading …