ABSTRACT
Overseas, the gay American soldiers I met often adopted a European civilian look for their forays into town. They did this in part for aesthetic reasons, and in part to avoid being shot in the neck by terrorists. Conversely, some of the German gays in Frankfurt cultivated a faux-GI look, getting military-style haircuts, and commissioning soldier lovers to procure them PX clothing. The trick was to tell who was what. I usually could, by their shoes.
