Canadian Coast Guard Uniform Manual ◉ <ULTIMATE>

At 0300, she finished. She slipped the uniform on and stood in front of the small, scratched mirror by the lockers. The patch gleamed. It was straight. The thread was tight.

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The manual was a thick, spiral-bound beast that lived in the locker room of CCGS Tecumseh , a medium endurance icebreaker. Most of her crew treated it like a fire extinguisher—they knew where it was, but hoped never to need it. The manual dictated everything: the precise 5-millimeter gap between gold stripes on an officer’s cuff, the exact Pantone shade of red for the “Safety” flash on a survival suit, and the heretical fact that ball caps were never, ever to be worn backwards. At 0300, she finished

Hendricks leaned over, reading the fine print. His bushy eyebrows lifted. “That’s the new one from Ottawa. You earned it, kid. But do you know where the actual patch is?” He gestured toward the supply locker. “It’s not just about wearing it. The manual also says you have to cut off the old one and re-stitch the new one at a precise 22-degree angle from the shoulder seam. They send an inspector for that.” It was straight