On the right sleeve is one's state, district, and troop number.

When the right sleeve, stiff with blood, would not move.

Something tugged at my right sleeve, and I looked down.

But she was moving with the first sound, felt something tug at her right sleeve.

Something jabbed him in the arm, coming from his right sleeve.

On my right sleeve, there were four little hearts; meaning, I'm the president.

Loose as they were, he'd torn the right sleeve off.

On my right sleeve I had the happy face.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed up her right sleeve.

And as he began to move again, someone took hold of his right sleeve.