I was in a gas station a few days ago wearing my Black Watch tartan. As I turned from the counter to leave, an old gentleman, wearing a US Marine Corps jacket and a baseball style cap with the Marine Corps insignia, entered the station. When he saw me he saluted. It was not mockery, but a true salute as though he was approaching a military officer.

As I approached him, I asked, "How are you today," to which he replied, "Just fine, sir." I could tell from his eyes that he was looking at me with admiration. I can only speculate about his life experiences because I did not have time for a conversation. Perhaps he was familiar with the US Marine Corps Pipe and Drum band. Perhaps he recognized the kilt as a garment of battle. Maybe he was a WWII vet that was familiar with the valor of the Highland Regiment.

I will certainly never forget, this brief, but repectful encounter. It serves as a reminder of just how powerful a garment the kilt is.