[[A soldier is on the ground behind a low wall, 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.
{{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.}}
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