So many years ago when Gatsby first met Daisy he was really just a penniless young man, the product of poor Midwestern farmers. Gtasby's military uniform would hide his meager past long enough for him to drink Daisy in. He inhaled the every moment he had with her knowing full well, the invisible cloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. Gatsby knew he had no chance or right to pursue a girl of Daisy's social stature. Gatsby would need time to shed his previous identity and emerge as someone, he believed, worthy of her affections.