I just flashed on standing in a uniform inspection formation on hot cement in Navy summer whites (no longer made of lovely cool cotton but a 100% synthetic polyester twill), back in the 20th C., directly behind “Leftenant” Clive NameRedacted, Royal Navy, helo pilot on exchange duty - who was wearing his full-on Brit all-cotton, ultra-thin tropical white uniform with shorts and white knee-high socks, and quite clearly, boxers with large red hearts dancing all over the butt. He knew exactly what he was doing, and our entire row was trying not to laugh, but not succeeding. Cheeky sod!
Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Still makes me laugh. Clive and I are still in touch.