I was a contractor "down range" and the only dress code we had was no shorts, no open-toed shoes. The only time anyone would mess with us was at the chow hall if we didn't take off our hats or didn't have our helemts/flak jackets during alerts and then they just wouldn't let us inside unless we went to get them. Other than that they wouldn't bother us unless we were blatantly ignoring air raid sirens or smoking somewhere we shouldn't be.

When outside the wire we would, of course, follow the directions of the army escorts because they were unequivocally in charge. The only time I can remember anyone chastising us was because we were getting overly aggressive in traffic up in the Kurdish region and there was an incident the previous day where some mayor's son had his engine block shot out so they were like, "you guys need to cut that shit out, these are our allies up here".