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She nodded. Her throat closed.

“How’d it go?” her mother asked.

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. agsu dress uniform

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.” She nodded

Outside, rain had started. Elena limped to her car, still in the AGSU. Her mother was waiting in the passenger seat, having driven her there. The AGSU was not flashy

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.