It was only small details that were changed, such as the uniforms hanging in the closet.

His blue uniform still hung in the living room.

The uniform was hanging from a tree near where the strange banquet table had been set up.

"Good and evil hang their uniforms at the door."

At least, he was either a man or a scarecrow come to life, for his uniform hung on him as on a child.

He entered a tall closet where his uniforms hung stiffly.

After a good, satisfying stretch, he walked over to the sideboard where his uniform hung.

A white uniform with a red sash hung loosely over his very skinny frame.

He left him sprawled on the floor, checked the closet to see if the colonel's uniforms were still hanging there.

In it hung Tasha's dressing gown and two everyday uniforms.