"Would that be all, Your Imperial Majesty?" Berthier asked.
Napoleon II shook his head. "There is another but this one is not organizational level. It's more like aesthetics. I want to change the uniform of the French Army and Navy."
"Oh…" Berthier chuckled. "That we can discuss. What you don't like in the uniform?"
Napoleon II leaned back, eyes lifting toward the tall windows for a moment before returning to Berthier.
"They look good on parade," he said. "They don't work."
Berthier's smile faded a notch. "In what sense?"
"In every sense that matters once shooting starts," Napoleon II replied. "It's color is so bright like it's begging the enemy to shoot us. You know the needle gun of the British, they have superior range," he said. "And we're still dressing men as if the battlefield stops at a hundred paces."
Berthier nodded in agreement. "Bright colors bleed into distance."
