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Elena straightened. The wool bit into her shoulders, reminding her to sit up. “Sir, I earned this uniform. I’ll leave it when they pry it off.”

Now, she pulled it out again. The smell of dry cleaner’s plastic and mothballs hit her. Her mother stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

The hearing lasted four hours. The AGSU stayed dry despite her sweating through the shirt. When they asked about her worst day — the explosion, the blood, the soldier she’d dragged fifty meters before collapsing — she answered. The uniform held her upright. agsu dress uniform

The AGSU was not flashy. No gold braids, no cavalry sabers. It was the uniform of staff officers, recruiters, and funeral details. The uniform of admin , her old drill sergeant had sneered. But it was also the uniform of Sergeant Major Cross, who’d worn his AGSU to every single soldier’s legal hearing — and never lost one.

She nodded. Her throat closed.

Elena looked down at the dampening green wool, the ribbons darkening with water. She didn’t unbutton the coat.

Today, Elena wore hers to a different kind of battle: a medical evaluation board hearing in a fluorescent-lit conference room at Fort Liberty. She was being medically retired. Shrapnel from an IED had left her with a traumatic brain injury and a limp that worsened in the cold. Elena straightened

She pinned on her ribbons: just four. An Army Achievement Medal, a Good Conduct, a National Defense Service, and an Iraq Campaign Medal with one service star. Modest. But hers.