Do men in the military suffer from umbrella envy?
Written by Jacqueline Becker Photo by Frederico van Houtryve Schofield Barracks, Hawaii — one of the wettest places on earth. A graduation ceremony for an Army ranger course is taking place. The front row of bleachers are reserved for the big-wigs — colonels, majors and captains. Family, friends and low-ranking officials sit in the rows behind. Light rain falls gently on the men seated statuesquely in the front row where the rooftop falls just short. Space is made in the sheltered bleachers to accommodate the dampened high-ranking officials. Despite the now heavy rain, they do not budge. Their splendorous uniforms, complete with medals, ribbons, hat, coat, tie and leather patent shoes are now drenched. The ceremony ends, and so does the rain. The colonels, majors and captains walk off with their shoes going squish, squish as everyone else bounces off the bleachers unscathed. Schofield Barracks is one place you’ll never see an umbrella. “It was ridiculous machoism,” says Douglas Long,
