Let us gaily tread the measure -

Dreamed a theocratic coup in America, ala Handmaid's Tale, only it took place shortly after the Great War. America became pretty much 100% isolationist---except in one regard. There was a huge grass roots movement to take back the Holy Land. The New Templars, they called themselves---and pretty soon, every male younger than 50 and older than 10 was preparing to invade the Holy Lands, armed with gun and sword and rosary.

And there was just this vacuum in America. There were just no men. Especially after the war dragged on, and all those who hadn't gone in the first wave went in the second, and third, and fourth... All that was left were these old, tired men.

And then it turned into my whole poutpug thing, only WAY more nihilistic, holy shit.

I only mention it because the uniforms were so odd. The tunics were that same olive/brown found in WWI, but they had red crosses covering the chest. The arms and body of the cross met right over the heart.

It was like a bullseye.

Well done, fellas.

They eventually figured this out, and so made the red darker, and darker, until it looked like dried blood. So they started calling the boys Christ's Hands.

Good times in my head.