Stress does strange things to a man. In the dark confines of a hot turret, all chaps pressed together, panic is always a possibility. What does one do? How does one act? Is it time to shout? Or do you stick close to your chums? If you're done for yet there isn't much else you can do.
...insist on conducting mechanical repairs while shirtless? Such is life, however given the amount of oil and grease and sand (being in the desert) will no doubt lead to an element of considerable discomfort. This may be why Eastman is angry.
Clearly seatbelts are a restraint to our natural freedoms. Thank the heavens that the three at left had the good fortune to be flung from the wayward vehicle. Don't worry they'll be OK. Free from the tyranny of the nanny state they are now free to fight the real enemy.
When will it ever end? It's not like burning ships are in short supply. The career officer at school said there was no future in piloting burning ships. My parents said the same. But here I am. This is my job.
Take any War Picture Library, Battle Picture Library or Commando comic and you will always find those famous last words “arrgghhhhh” or even “donner und blitzen”.
Cowards try to prove themselves or officers interfere by trying to run battles “by the book”. The enemy is treacherous. Mysterious locations hold significant secrets. Sometimes a simple gun is the focal point of a unique karmic destiny.
There are those who are lost or left behind enemy lines where they invariably make a discovery – a hidden base, a wonder weapon or a traitor. The host of intangible struggles are often more significant such as the dark secret, the family shame, the family curse or the stigma of not being like the other chaps.
Strangely enough for stories about war and battle the killed the dead and the dying are usually absent.
There's a lot to like (and make fun of) among the dramatic titles, fantastic artwork, impossible stories, daring heroes, nasty bad guys, body building and not quite diamond rings advertisements.