Wore Dark Blue

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History Of The Royal Marines - Uniforms
... early 19th centuries the marines would put aside their easily-stained red coats and wore the loose "slop" clothing of the British sailors (then known as Jack Tars) ... Trafalgar many marines fought in their undress checked shirts and blue trousers ... and Albany's Maritime Regiment of Foot (1664–1689) wore yellow (probably yellow-brown) coats with red breeches and black felt hats ...
La Grande Armée - Forces of The Grande Armée - Imperial Guard - Infantry of The Guard
... The Grenadiers à Pied wore a dark blue habit long (coat with long tails) with red turnbacks, epaulettes and white lapels ... The Chasseurs à Pied wore a dark blue habit long (coat with long tails) with red turnbacks, red epaulettes fringed green and white lapels ... On campaign, the Chasseurs often wore dark blue trousers ...
Caspian Blue - History of Blue - The Blue Uniform
... Frederick William, Elector of Brandenburg, was one of the first rulers to gave his army blue uniforms ... Most German soldiers wore dark blue uniforms until the First World War, with the exception of the Bavarians, who wore light blue ... dye, the 18th century saw the widespread use of blue military uniforms ...

Famous quotes containing the words blue, wore and/or dark:

    My Father, it is surely a blue place
    And straight. Right. Regular.
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    It is getting dark and time he drew to a house,
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    That sucks his breath like a wicked cat in bed.
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