The Uniform

 

I didn’t really know where any of this was going went I wrote it, and I still don’t, but here it is:

 

If someone asked you, “What did you do during your life”?  Would you have an answer?

 

What’s important is not what the answer is, but rather, do you feel it defines you?

 

A random woman might proudly reply, “I raised four beautiful children”, and she would be complete.  She would die having tasted her own influence on the world around her.  She would have been defined.

 

Not everyone looks for this definition.

 

Most people will live and die never having contributed to the world around them.  No matter how many rivets they weld, cars they assemble, or products they make, most people will never incorporate any part of their personality into the legacy of mankind.  Worse, they will never care.

 

Sadly, a subset of the populace, of which I consider myself a member, will lament this fact.  The idea of achievement will linger throughout our life as an elusive taste not easily described in a paragraph, yet still a distinctive flavor of a life story.

 

And then there are those, that through fate, luck, or perseverance, will have the opportunity to define themselves.  I’m not referring to a definition of gallantry, courage, or above average undertaking.  I’m simply referring to having done something that speaks of one’s individuality.

 

An artist defines himself everyday.  Though no one may ever buy his material, he/she still creates the opportunity to reflect back on themselves and say, “This is me, this is my vision, this is my work.”

 

During Halloween we participate in masking ourselves.  We think about what we would like to be for a night, dawn our costume, and transform ourselves into the associated personality.  Some pull the persona off better than others, but for a brief moment, we all take a hopeful step into a temporary role of something else… something different.  And we usually put on a costume that we think would be fun.  We say, “that was the night that I was…(whatever)”

 

Then we return to our own lives.

 

A uniform is also a costume.  It comes with its own character.  When does a policeman really become a law enforcement officer?  If he puts on the uniform before his training is complete, has he not still transcended into something?

 

The uniform brings us closer to the personality we wish to adopt.  We become something that we associate with the badge or the title.  The training becomes merely a formality.

 

The world is full of uniform wearing fraternities.  We join many throughout our lives.  The allure of a fraternity is in the title.  We wish to be that person or be associated with that group of people.

 

I wanted to be a doctor.  I trained to be a doctor.  I went to school.  I learned things.  Everyday I learn something new.  If today I know more than yesterday, was I less of a doctor yesterday?

 

At what time in my medical school did I finally pass that critical point where I knew enough to be called Doctor?

 

There wasn’t a point.

 

But for me, my defining moment was when I officially dawned that long white coat, draped a stethoscope around my neck, and introduced myself to a patient as their doctor.  That was my moment…I was a physician.

 

Now I’m wearing a military uniform.  When did I become a soldier?

 

I wasn’t born a soldier.  I’ve had no formal training.  I put the uniform on because the Department of Defense told me I had to as part of my pay-back for their medical school loan.

 

Yet it’s weird, I feel like I’m a soldier.

 

Somehow I feel like I’ve been defined as a soldier because I was told to put on a costume that soldiers wear.  I joined a fraternity of young men that wear camouflage as a duty uniform.  People now associate me with that group of men.

 

I think this is why there are soldiers.  I don’t believe that these young men thought to themselves that they wanted to defend their country, fight for democracy, or free other peoples.

 

They wanted to be defined.

 

How far are these men willing to act out their roles?  How many will stand fast in the midst of a raging gun-battle, hold their position, and perform their duties in the face of death, for no more of a reason than to justify the fact that they are a US soldier?

 

Many…

 

And I think that’s testimony to the strength of the costume.

 

Could it be, that something as simple as a costume and a title could lead men willingly toward their untimely demise?  Would the same individual performed the same feats in civilian clothes?

 

We train soldiers to be good at their jobs, but the training does not instill the desire.  We bestow or encourage the desire (or rather the obligation to live up to the title) upon the soldier by giving him the uniform.

 

A subset of the population seeks definition.   One opportunity for this definition is within the US military.  There are people in this world who are already soldiers at heart.  These individuals admire and respect the fraternity and title of a US soldier.  We give them a costume, and within it, they adopt the characteristics of the individual it describes.  To fail the merits of the costume is to fail themselves.  And so the uniform inspires perseverance. 

 

I think its actually a simple equation:

 

The soldier is drawn to the uniform and then the uniform creates the soldier.

 

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