For the Love of Sleeves...

Starting this week, Marines are required to wear their sleeves down on their Combat Utility Uniform.

Everyone wants to conform to the man and be alike.  I think it’s bullcrap.  The Marine Corps is supposed to be the one branch of service that stands out from the rest…excuse me…stands ABOVE the rest!  BUT…yes, there’s a big, fat, hairy BUT…now they have conformed to the business of being just like everyone else too!  It’s a disgrace not only to the Marine Corps, but it’s a disgrace to the community. 

When my husband informed me of the Commandants exciting new decision to allow bracelets for fallen fellow service members to be worn, I thought, “Wow.  That’s great!”  But then, low and behold, in that same breathe he also decided that sleeves are to be worn down.  Ok, not such a big deal because it is becoming fall…but WAIT!  Sleeves. Down. ALL. YEAR!?!?!??!?  What the…?  Is this some sort of joke? 

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I know you think that I am making a mountain out of the so called molehill here, but I am not.  I assure you, this is a mighty big deal when you are married to a man in the Marine Corps.  As any good Corps wife knows, you are actually married to unpaid models.  It is their job to keep fit, stay in good shape, and be Ken Barbie Doll for the better part of their mid lives.  Now, let’s get really honest…what do those uniforms do for ANY of them, be them Hulk or more along the lines of, let’s just say someone not as PT ready.  However, there is one piece of that uniform no woman (or, come on, the law was passed, so really…some men) can not deny does a body (and the soul) a little good.  Those sleeves.  Rolled o-so-tightly around those arms.  I mean, my husband has some pretty sweet biceps that I can not deny when they are rippling beneath the tight fabric of camouflage material.  Is it getting hot in here or did someone just roll my sleeves down?  O wait…it did get hot, literally!  Because someone made my husband roll his damn sleeves down! 

Please!  Commandant, for the sake of marriage and baby makin’ and all things sexy!  Roll. Those. Sleeves!