After an overly dramatic breath in a sighed exhale out I zipped up my rolling bag full of carefully selected clothing and accessories. I was ready to go to the airport on my way to London, England. Similar to when I visited New York a couple summers ago I’m was like a child on Christmas morning about this trip. 

Remembrance Day is sombre day. Leading up to the 11th, there is pride filling my heart and quiet reflections in my mind. As I thought about the history, I got to thinking about the uniforms of the effort. Who made them? How many were made? And what impact on fashion did it leave?