Unexpectedly. Hierd had a little bit of a soft side when it came to fashion and how one would wear suits, trench coats, coats, anything that looked good.
As he says to the soldiers who shall without a doubt wear it;
"These rules I shall display shall be taken to utmost regard and no 'written' soldier shall disregard and break them;
1: No uniform shall be too dirty and if possible shall remain spotless;
2: No uniform shall be worn incorrectly, its proper look is provided in a manual inside it's left breast pocket;
3: No uniform shall be worn without confidence, and;
4: No uniform shall be made by another party who is not supplied by Hierd's 'company.
"Hierd's company... Hierd's company..." He kept repeating to himself. "I think I'll be making a tailoring company after I get ahold of some workers to make these suits so there's some 'automation.'"
The Manifesto was posted, written, and put into the bags of every single soldier and after all of that? He sighed and went to bed.