"There’s just something about a man in a uniform."
Is there now? What is it about a man in a uniform? How does a simple uniform change a person? Why not say there’s something about a man in a fedora? But that’s just me. The truth is, as cliché and ambiguous as the phrase is, it’s also so darn true. There is something about a man in a uniform. On Friday night, for me, it was a slap in the face.
I don’t dislike men in uniform. I think a uniform makes a man look respectable and well put together. I come from a family of men in uniform. They are proud, strong, and dependable. I love men in uniform. So of all people, I was the last person expecting my reaction.
Friday was the night of the awards dinner to honor our veteran soldiers. I knew from the previous year that there would be wounded veterans present. I knew exactly what to expect. I knew until I stepped off the bus and caught my first flash of blue.
I think it was shock that kept the tears from falling.