She wrote a few letters. And she got her uniform out of the wardrobe and inspected it critically.
The uniforms that had been made for them had a special, additional quality that could only be called… girlie. They had more braid, they were better tailored, and they had a long skirt with a bum roll rather than trousers. The shakos had plumes, too. Her tunic had sergeant’s stripes. It had been a joke. A sergeant of women. The world had been turned upside down, after all.
They’d been mascots, good-luck charms…
She examined herself in the mirror. Her hair, now, was just long enough to be a nuisance without being long enough to be attractive, so she brushed it and left it at that. She put the uniform on, but with the skirt over her trousers, and she tried to put aside the nagging feeling that she was dressing up as a woman…
observations: There’s a one-star review of this book on amazon which includes this:
anti patriotic, anti monarchist and very left wing. I don't think that the author should be attempting to indoctrinate the youth of today with such a clearly biased, left wing book.One can only hope to buy a copy for every member of the youth of today: it's a political, satirical and quite stern book – very funny, but when it’s not being funny it’s sad, and it is indeed a brilliant anti-war document.
Ambrose Bierce in The Devil’s Dictionary says that an army is
a class of non-producers who defend the nation by devouring everything likely to tempt an enemy to invade.Pratchett’s army is, on the whole, something like that. You can see echoes of the First World War, the Crimean War, and recent events in the Middle East, all mixed in with the usual Pratchett parade of trolls, vampires and just plain funny people. And, as you would expect, every cliché of war stories ever is mocked: the earthy RSM, the foolish officers, the women camp followers. Polly Oliver (yes, just like the song) dresses up as a soldier to go and search for her brother, and the book tells what becomes of her, with an ending as touching and memorable as any book.
This is just for interest: the original ‘monstrous regiment’ does not mean a group of ugly women, as Daily Mail writers would have you think. The phrase, by the always-attractive John Knox, is objecting to rule by women, so more like the modern ‘regimen’ – he means it is unnatural to have women in charge. (Well he would, wouldn’t he?)
By a happy chance, I finished reading this book around the same time that the amazing Leimomi Oakes of the Dreamstress website completed a five-year project to recreate Polly Oliver’s uniform, with the gorgeous results you see above. She very kindly allowed me to use her pictures – the lower one is her original sketch for the design – and it’s worth looking at her entries on the costume, and at her site in general with its stunning projects.
Below is Hazel Douglas who dressed as a soldier to follow her husband to the First World War. She was caught and sent home, and died while he was still abroad.