Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

“Are you in uniform today?”

I glanced at the pressed shirts on the wire rack.

I had on plain slacks and a white cotton blouse.

“I’m on leave,” I said.

“I’m in civilian clothes.”

“Put the uniform on,” Arthur said.

“He might wave off a local lawyer.

He won’t wave off a Marine officer.”