Title text: They offered to make me a green beret, but I liked my regular one. Although it gets kind of squashed under my helmet.
Today's comic seems to be a parable about the perils of love during wartime. Our protagonist is seen here leaning against his pack behind a low wall, surely a good hiding spot for any gentleman with a rifle and scope. Judging by the letter he's in the midst of writing, he has a complex relationship with Cordelia. On the one hand, she's attractive. On the other hand, she's a hostile combatant, as evidenced by the shots fired mid-missive. Cordelia's fire works against her, though, as her volley of shots has revealed her own position atop the maintenance shed. We can presume that in a matter of minutes, this love affair will go sour as the love letter is wrapped around a live grenade and "delivered," so to speak. War is indeed hell.
As to the title text, the green berets are worn only by Special Forces soldiers. It takes a lot of training to become a green beret, and as evidenced by our protagonist's clever use of decoys to outwit a sniper, he may be qualified for the honor. However, evidence for his naiveté is given immediately thereafter, as he confesses that he wears a beret under his helmet -- thus revealing our protagonist's true identity (and explaining how he fell in love with an enemy soldier actively trying to kill him): Beret Guy. Then again, he does not have a choice, since he has stapled the beret on his head.
- [A soldier is sitting on the ground behind a low wall, leaning against his pack and writing a letter.]
- My Dearest Cordelia,
- it has been far too long since I last gazed
- upon your lithe and supple body through my
- telescopic sights, and I fear you may have
- found a superior vantage poin—
- BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
- —a splendid effort, my love, but your shots
- find only a decoy, and reveal your position atop
- the maintenance shed.
- I pray this missive and my grenades find you well.
- War is hell.
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