She wore a berry-blue uniform, buttons polished and shining, belts all laced with care and badges fastened with what can only be described as the greatest of a woman’s pride. Her boots, scuffed and worn, were the only thing not shining and polished, rising up to her knees. I’d seen her slide on those boots, folding back on herself as she glided beneath the razor wire and sliced at the ankles of her enemies.