Claire returned from her little outing back to her family's estate in Orleans. Her brothers were dressed in military uniforms, with badges and orders given simply due to their hereditary status.
France had not seen combat since it surrendered in 1939. The only units who actually had put their lives on the line were the French Gendarmes and law enforcement agencies.
The Army itself was the ground component of the French Self Defense Forces, and they were at best a glorified border guard.
It was a breeding ground for the new aristocracy to do nothing and claim glory by virtue of "serving" as officers in the army.
Whenever Claire saw her brothers, now retired, dressed in formal military attire, with a ribbon bar of accolades despite none of them ever having fired a weapon other than during qualifications and training. She couldn't help but internally sigh and roll her eyes.
