“Though he never served his country, feeling it was the responsibility of others to defend the land, he admired certain aspects of the military, namely the uniforms and the ceremony.  He had found that same type of regimental attire, along with pomp and circumstance, in Fox Hunting. The day he received his hunt button, which allowed him to wear his magnificent red coat, dwarfed any other achievement in his life. Now he was one of them, and they couldn’t deny it.”