Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
BERET "They'll be after us in half a minute." The other inspector carried a light machine gun and a box of grenades. "I better cover," he said. "Thanks," Rashid said. The inspector slid out of the car and ran to a clump of bushes. Read wanted to jump out of the car. He could die any minute. But "They don't know who's coming," he said. "They don't make them tough enough to stop this boy." Staring straight ahead, he didn't see the sergeant smile. He had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. "Nobody fools with me," he bragged. "When Harry Read's out, there's a tiger running loose." No one knew how many times he nearly ran from other clubs, how carefully he picked the safest spot on the battle line. international cops wore green berets, high buttonless boots, bush other jobs. UN men no longer went unarmed. Trained to use small arms and gas weapons, they guarded certain borders, bodyguarded diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened passengers scanned the sky. behind them. "One thing," Read said, "I don't think they'll shoot at us while he's Rashid turned his head. He waved frantically. The two men in the other car waved back. "Shall I duck under the trees?" the driver asked. "Not yet. Not until we have to." surrounded each vehicle. The escort car made a sharp turn and charged their pursuers. The big rifle fired twice. Read saw the Belderkan cars scatter. Suddenly machine-gun bullets cracked and whined beside him. "Evade," Rashid said. "Don't go down." Without losing any forward speed, the driver took them straight shoot back. All we can do is run. The sky was clear and blue. The jungle was a noisy bazaar of color. In the distance guns crashed. He listened to shells The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel. There were three technicians in the station and no passengers. Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got fire on the largest car. "Now, I can shoot back," he said. "Now we'll see what they do." "Are you ready, Rashid?" yelled the driver. "Man, get us out of here!" waiting room surrounded the bank of transmitter booths. Read looked out the door and saw his first battlefield. couldn't see his wound, only the pain scratched on his face and the blood he deposited on the floor. Rashid swore. "You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those men." He heard the screams of the wounded, the crack of rifles and machine guns, all the terrifying noise of war. But since his eighteenth year he had done everything his superiors told him to cover. A bullet cracked above his head, so close he felt the shock wave. He got up, ran panicky, crouched, and dove behind the chair. An inspector cracked the valve on a smoke grenade. A white fog spread through the building. They could see anyone who tried to rush them but the besiegers couldn't pick out targets. Above the noise, he heard Rashid. Read thought of the green beret he had stuffed in his pocket that plain clothes anymore and he wanted to wear at least a part of his uniform. Bullets had completely shattered the wall in front of him. He do a good job here, he wasn't the man he claimed to be. This might be the only real test he would ever face. He heard a shout in rapid French. He turned to his right. Men in red loincloths ran zigzagging toward the station. They carried light automatic rifles. Half of them wore gas masks. "Shoot the masks," he yelled. "Aim for the masks." The machine gun kicked and chattered on his shoulder. He picked a target and squeezed off a burst. Tensely, he hunted for another across the battlefield. The attackers ran through it. A few yards beyond the gas, some of them turned and ran for their own lines. In a moment only half a dozen masked men still advanced. The inspectors fired a long, noisy volley. When they stopped only four attackers remained on their feet. And they were running for cover. The attackers had come straight up a road that led from the Game they had met the Belderkans with a dozen grenades and sent them scurrying for cover. The fight so far had been vicious but disorganized. But the Belderkans had a few hundred men and knew they had wrecked the transmitter controls. The first direct attack had been repulsed. They could attack many more times and continue to spray the building with bullets. They and should see them going up. The inspectors had taken up good defensive positions. In spite of their losses, they still had enough firepower to cover the area surrounding the station. Read surveyed his sector of fire. About two hundred yards to his left, he saw the top of a small ditch. Using the ditch for cover, the Belderkans could sneak to the top of the hill. The heavy gas would lie there for hours. Sergeant Rashid ran crouched from man to man. He did what he could to shield the wounded. "Well, corporal, how are you?" "How do you think they'll treat us?" "That we'll have to see." An occasional bullet cracked and whined through the misty room. Near him a man gasped frantically for air. On the sunny field a wounded man screamed for help. doesn't get here on time, I've got a man filling wine bottles with gasoline." "We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry." Rashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to frontal attack? To sneak in over the top of the hill? He didn't think, anymore than a rabbit thinks when it lies hiding from the fox or a panther thinks when it crouches on a branch above the trail. His skin tightened and relaxed on his body. He looked nervously from side to side. They couldn't bring the copter in with that thing squatting out there. masks couldn't filter. Read shut his eyes. All around him he heard heavy breathing, mumbled comments, curses. Clothes rustled as men moved restlessly. For two years Read had served under Sergeant Rashid. To him, the watched their escort charge three-to-one odds. He had seen another inspector stay behind at Miaka Station. And here, in this building, lay battered men and dead men. All UN inspectors. All part of his life. And he was part of their life. Their blood, their sacrifice, and Read had given away his machine gun. He held a gas-filled bottle Dozens of smoke grenades tumbled through the air. Thick mist engulfed the tank. Read stood up and ran forward. He crouched but didn't zigzag. Speed counted most here. Gunfire shook the hill. The Belderkans couldn't see them but they knew what was going on and they fired systematically into the smoke. Bullets ploughed the ground beside him. He raised his head and found the dim silhouette of the tank. He tried not to think about bullets ploughing through his flesh. Guns clattered. Bullets cracked. "Sergeant Rashid! Answer me." He heard nothing but the lonely passage of the bullets in the When he reached the tank, he had another bullet in his right arm. But they didn't know he was coming and when you get within ten feet of a tank, the men inside can't see you. He just had to stand up and drop the bottle down the gun barrel. That was all—with a broken hip and a wounded right arm. He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the

<question>:
Which of these is the best explanation for why Read put on his green beret during the battle?

<options>:
A He thought it would offer him some protection he got shot.
B He found some comfort in the familiar uniform.
C It was annoying keeping it in his pocket and this was less distracting.
D He wanted to make sure others in the battle could identify him, to avoid friendly fire.

<answer>:

B