I've had the good fortune of employers accepting the controlled appearance of a beard, as opposed to a rather scruffy homeless look at the end of twelve hours. Since I have been on a sabbatical, the need to project any image of professionalism fell to the wayside. After nearly nine months, it became necessary to be present among my peers for a couple of days. Prior to the event, those who had seen me did not fully recognize me and gave me a variety of names: The Amish guy, the Rabbi, the Mountain Man. My beard had reached down to my abdomen, and was quite thick and grey. I looked a good deal more my age than I do with it trimmed. As LIPIPE pointed out, the civilian sector has a choice, but I feel that he also endorses that at times we must conform due to our responsibilities to both our families and what I will call the reasonable execution of our professions. I found myself in an unusual situation. I was not drawing any pay, but I was representing the profession in a public setting. If it were Christmas or St. Patrick's Day, I would have gone as an elf or leprechaun and could have blended in. However, I realized that I am not yet fully retired so a trimming was in order--only a trimming. Professionalism will only take you so far in life, but sometimes to a degree you have to make compromises, some things in life are bigger than our own desires.