noon
Phone-calls had rippled out from District Headquarters , calling all BSG Reservists to the colors , assigning them to Potlatch Duty in the townships or patrol in the city ; telling each officer and non-com where and when to submit his requisition for pyrotechnical devices , gasoline , thermite bombs , and pads of BSG Form No. 217-C , `` Incident of Consumer Non-Compliance . '' And the day was even more than this . It was the day Captain Wesley Winfree was to wed Corporal Margaret MacHenery in the sight of God , man , and the glitteringest crowd of BSG brass ever assembled outside Washington . By noon the typewriters in Headquarters were covered and shoved with their desks behind folding screens hung with pine-boughs . Every wheel in the District motor pool was on the highway from the airport , shuttling in the wedding-party . The bride , closeted in an anteroom with a gaggle of envious bachelor-girls , was dressing herself in winter greens , her chevrons brilliant against her sleeves . Peggy had pinned a tiny poinsettia to her lapel ; strictly against Regulations ; but who 'd have the heart to reprimand so lovely a bride ?