Red, most of the time red.
Of course, I guess you really couldn't truly call it a church. It was more of a big tent, in the Sandbox. Mass with the chaplain, walk in, take off your K-pot, sit down, set your rifle down next to you, and listen to the sermon and all that good stuff, get up and go back about your business of trying not to get taken out by some whacked-out suicide bomber.
Open carry. I mean, we weren't locked and loaded but we had full mags and were ready to go should the sh*t hit, as if there wasn't enough of that going on around.
I have a picture of a us during a sermon, it's laying around here somewhere, I'll post it when I find it. I need get get my room squared away, hell, I need to get my house squared away.
Semper Fi and God Bless.