My closet is organized by tops, pants, and outerwear, but not a lot of dresses. Gowns are in another room because I don’t often dress formally, even though I design gowns. Like most designers, I have a uniform, and mine is a legging.
If my uniform doesn’t get dirty, I haven’t done anything in the baseball game.
We need to ensure our men and women in uniform are equipped with the very best money can buy. We also have to make sure critical military technologies are developed in America and that the U.S. defense manufacturing base remains healthy and strong.
We call ourselves a free nation, and yet we let ourselves be told what cabs we can and can’t take by a man at a hotel door, simply because he has a drum major’s uniform on.
Only thing I ever thought I’d see is a picture with me in a uniform with stripes on it and a number under my mug shot.
A lot of fighters want that freedom to have their own sponsorships. When you think about it, how do you make independent contractors wear a uniform? That just seems strange to me.
I was in the Marine Corps in 1971. The idea ‘Where does authority come from?’ is fascinating to me. And also, the idea of a chaplain is fascinating to me because it’s a man of the cloth in uniform, and it’s the uniform of a killing machine. Back when I was in the Corps, when I saw that, I was amazed by it.
I have good legs, so I prefer my skirt lengths and my high heels. It’s like my uniform.
Then there is my country, the Philippines. President Rodrigo Duterte placed most of the country under a lockdown on the ides of March. Surrounded by men in uniform, he cut public transportation and talked about home quarantine, checkpoints and curfews, but said little about the virus or economic aid for those in need.
Isn’t it strange that most times we look at men in uniform – khakhi uniform – we feel more scared than safe. It is said that police should neither be friends nor foes. Always at bay.
Michael Jordan always wore his Carolina shorts under his Bulls’ uniform.
The impact of battle stays with our veterans long after their time in uniform ends.
SEALs aren’t the only heroes out there. Everyone who puts on a uniform meets that threshold.
John will never send a boy or girl in a uniform anywhere in the world because of our need and greed for oil.
Suits are malevolent magicians’ sleeves for socialists, full of patrician loops and tricks, small, embroidered, cryptic messages of deference and privilege. They are ever the uniform of the enemy. They are also the greatest British invention ever.
Shorts are practically a uniform in every woman’s closet. Tailored shorts are okay for running around, and if you’re 18, you can get away with cut-offs. But it’s very easy to make a mistake with shorts.
As costly as it was in the lives of our men and women in uniform, in military assets, and in esteem and pride, Pearl Harbor was a watershed moment for America.
No, don’t learn at karate schools. They overcharge you for karate uniforms. They make you pay, like, fifty or seventy-five bucks just for a karate uniform, and you don’t wear a uniform in everyday life, so why train in one? Most fights take place outdoors, not inside with perfect lighting and mats.
I fight for people that wear a uniform.
I tend to move between turtlenecks and shirts and ties. I don’t really have a uniform in the sense that some people might.
As I got older, my mother taught me to remember that your connection with people is based on what you’re allowing them to touch about you, which was the opposite of what you get as a military kid, because dad’s in a uniform. He’s official; you don’t poke that. But with mom, you do: Always question authority.
But I’d love to have a uniform to wear every day and not have to worry about expressing myself with my outfits – which is also fine once in a while.
When I started in fashion, I had already adopted the sailor-striped sweater as my uniform; that way, I wouldn’t have to drive myself crazy trying to figure out what to wear.
If the arm got sore, we went out and pitched until the soreness left – we had to, or we would have been dropped from the team. Nothing short of a broken leg could have kept us out of uniform.
I have traveled to GTMO and have seen the honorable and professional behavior of the American men and women in uniform who serve at the detention facility.
My uniform: grey suit, white shirt, grey tie and tie bar, grey cardigan and black wingtips.
If someone uses the uniform, whatever uniform, for partisan politics, I am disappointed because I think it does erode that bond of trust we have with the American people.
Anyone who is willing to take a bullet for this country, anyone who is willing to serve in uniform, should at the end of their military service be given an opportunity to become an American citizen.
When President Obama entered the White House, the economy was in a free-fall. The auto industry: on its back. The banks: frozen up. More than three million Americans had already lost their jobs. And America’s bravest, our men and women in uniform, were fighting what would soon be the longest wars in our history.
Am I still in uniform? Then I ain’t retired.
When trouble breaks out, our men and women in uniform, they don’t just sit around thinking about it or talking about it – they act. They put on that uniform. They leave their loved ones behind. They go out there. They give orders. They follow orders. They do whatever it takes to keep our country safe.
I am a California girl, born and raised, so flip-flops and cutoff shorts are my go-to look. An easy Angeleno uniform, so to speak. But for my role on ‘Suits,’ I’m dressed in Alexander McQueen, Tom Ford, and Prada almost every day. And therein lies the difference. For work, I wear art; in real life, I wear clothes.
Few professions are given as much power as we entrust to those who wear the uniform of a police officer. These individuals dedicate themselves to a calling in which threats that can materialize in an instant are part of the job description.
The soldiers who serve in uniform at the front are our real heroes. They fight a battle every day to protect the integrity of the nation.
I am a fast dresser, 30 minutes max with hair and makeup. I don’t have a uniform, but I like to be comfortable.
Quit now? They’ll have to cut the uniform off me. I’m going out for another 300. They couldn’t be any harder to get than the first 300.
London was my first Olympics, but I tried for three beforehand. I was measured for the Olympic uniform three times before London, and I finally made the team. It was a big deal, and it was quite emotional, which is probably one of the reasons I didn’t perform at my best.
The law of sacrifice is uniform throughout the world. To be effective it demands the sacrifice of the bravest and the most spotless.
Every child needs to become literate in one or more languages, and every child should become comfortable in the major scholarly disciplines – historical, scientific, mathematical, and artistic-humanistic thinking. Beyond that, I am not in favour of a uniform system. I think there should be some choices.
The fact is, our men and women in uniform, the bravest in the world, did everything they could to protect this country from a terror threat and to protect others from the terror threat that was Saddam Hussein. And nobody can deny that we are in a better place because Saddam Hussein is dead.
Whether defending our nation as a Black Hawk pilot abroad or serving our veterans and those in need at home, my life has been enriched by the opportunities I’ve had to serve my country and fellow citizens, both in and out of uniform.
I was proud of my Soviet country, of wearing Young Pioneer uniform, bombarded by my mother’s Communist propaganda.
The decision to go to war is the most important decision that I can make as a representative in Congress. As a veteran, I see any potential military action first through the eyes of the young men and women who volunteered to wear the uniform and would carry out such a mission.
As a footballer, you’re stuck in a uniform – either in team kit or a team suit. I don’t really get to show my personality in my job, so style is a chance to show people part of me they don’t often see.
In the past, war was confined for the most part to men in uniform, but with increased mechanization of armies and the introduction of air forces, there is an increased dependence on the home country, and eight to ten people working at home are now required to keep one man in the fighting line.
I love writing in compressed time periods because the act of survival in the midst of panic and fear, that’s where true heroism comes. If you have a uniform, and you’re expected to do things, it’s a sort of incremental heroism.
The first time I saw Werth in a Nationals uniform, it was like, ‘Dude, this is weird’.
I never want to quit playing ball. They’ll have to cut this uniform off of me to get me out of it.
Obviously, I come out of the military – I know the amazing work of the men and women in uniform and the work that they can do.
I used to look like an American flag. The Padre uniform makes me look like a taco. Actually, the transition has been great. I’ve made 25 new friends, and I never thought I wanted to be anything other than a Dodger, but this is fun.
I have good legs, so I prefer my skirt lengths and my high heels. It’s like my uniform.
