My army uniform is heavier than a whale. My uniform is ugly like a dead. My army jacket zips every time before the fight.  These colors are as depressing as war.  These symbols are perturbing as death. My uniform conveys the sadness and misery l felt. My fabric expressed the same fear I had. The buttons of my uniform pop through the holes.  This uniform was armor on the battlefield. My uniform represents the professionalism I had.  My uniform is like a prison, it keeps me locked away from everything I ever wanted.