I love the cover of this issue. Really, it's what I love about every issue . . the wry, ironic humor that's littered throughout each story. Like when Rick Veitch, the author, is being held prisoner in Gonlocomo Bay, Cuba, in the beginning of the story . . "Army at Love is just a goddamn story! It's not real! You know that . . right?" Anyways, the whole issue is strewn with this insane tripe. But the way Rick pushes the envelope of conventional story telling every issue . . it's just brilliant. This issue they finally break the code on the temporal message that's been sent to them from the future. "I'd like to thank Polka Cola, official sponsors of this historic communication between eras. They've helped us harness our latest technology so we might share with you some exceptionally good news . . and unfortunately some bad news of a quite unorthodox nature. First off, you'll be delighted to know that, here in the future, the war is considered a complete success. Technological advances and creative marketing have made our little sandbox an indispensable component of world prosperity! 94% of our target demographic wants to enlist and fight so we're making them pay for the privilege! Who'd have thought, eh? Well, I did! And I'll be taking full credit when I run for President next year. Now. About that bad news. You might want to be sitting down for this . . . " We don't actually hear what it is, but Woyner and Lieutenant Frick are so distraught that they can't get up from their seats. "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore." I love this book. It's hard to believe that Rick is allowed to make such a political statement without much more censoring from the government or media. But, if they did that . . really, they'd just be proving his point.
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