"He Mocked Her ""Stolen"" Uniform And Ordered Her To Strip—Then He Saw The Ink On Her Back And His Blood Ran Cold. The Texas sun was already baking the asphalt at 0800 hours when I walked through the gates of Fort Blackhawk. I didn’t do it to make a statement. I wore my old, faded BDUs (Battle Dress Uniform) because they were the only things that felt like me anymore. They were soft from a thousand wash cycles, stained with the kind of dust you can never quite scrub out, and they fit my body lik