Page 11, with nothing too interesting going on except the lifting this thing onto the trailer, and some slightly interesting effects from me outlining the lettering to make it pop against the background.
Also, I’ve finally leased keithschnell.net, which now links to this site. Since my main reason for making this site shutupyeats.net in the first place was the non-availability of the better URL, you’ll see the title page and so on gradually update, though it’ll be a long, long time before the initial URL goes away, if ever, due to the pain in the ass of migrating everything instead of just forwarding it.
Page nine, take two, this time with actual text in the second panel. Page ten. Hopefully this should all be a little bit clearer.
The overall point here is that the Army was paying one of their own officers an exorbitant amount of money on a separate contract to do something that they could have easily ordered a green-suiter to do at a fraction of the cost, with a middle-man making a handsome profit out of the deal. This is still a more common arrangement than one might think, and it relates to Smedley Butler’s original book/screed, also entitled War is a Racket, in which he advocated, among other things, drafting defense contractors and paying them military rates in order to take some of the profit out of the military-industrial complex. Butler was sometimes called a Red, but couldn’t hear the criticism over the sound of all of his Medals of Honor clanking together.
Page nine. This is one of those pages where I take for granted some knowledge of how the Army is structured — the point being that this contractor is actually, currently in the military in a relatively senior position, and nevertheless has been hired by the government to do this extremely simple job at great expense, which is a more common arrangement than you might suppose. As I work with civilians more, though, and deal with parents of college-age kids, especially, I find that that the knowledge level is nearly zero — i.e. many would not know what the Army Reserve is, or get the significance here. This is why this book will never sell. Maybe I just need to switch to drawing big-boobed super-heroines.
OK, and after a longer-than-expected pause while I went on a lovely vacation to Scotland and got to sample some 48 year-old single barrel whiskey, we’re back, with page eight of my current story, War is a Racket.