My uniform is not a jacket, or a vest, or a jersey. It isn't worn across my chest. My uniform is what sets me apart. It is not a team uniform. It does not label me as a soldier of a group, but a soldier to my own beliefs. My uniform is never taken off, for I do not let it become soiled or tarnished. It stays clean throughout the battles, throughout the war. My uniform changes as my opinions and knowledge does though the days, weeks, years of life. I cannot resign and hang up my uniform, it stays with me forever, after death, into eternity. My uniform is mine alone, no man could ever produce something alike. it is divergent and bold, it holds strong what it stands for. I am alone with my uniform, as with every soul in existence. I am burdened and blessed with the solitarity my uniform gives me. My uniform makes me who  I am, it gives me direction so long as i wear it with pride. My uniform amd Everything to which I hold my beliefs gives me purpose.