Some guys get the job because they're well connected. Others do well because they display a natural aptitude. This guy, because he is Nazi vulture, got the job because he's a creep who can sniff out good guys from miles and miles away. The other boys at Nazi school used to tease him about his hooter until he discovered his talent. They even made up a song about him, however that got sanitized for post-war use.
The ugly great sardine that gets around dwells deep in the fear of men. Some say it is only a myth, a mere story to scare young sailors in their Aran knit onesies. But beneath the turtlenecks the fear is real. The ugly great sardine knows no mercy. The ugly great sardine does not grant or asks for forgiveness. Chief knows this only too well.
Below decks things can get tight. Pause for thought...isn't it all below decks on a submarine?...thought over, continue. And when considering ordeals are there any pleasant ones? So when it comes to ordeals Chief Grimshaw must be facing something pretty tough. If only his name was Happyshaw or Estaticshaw things wouldn't be so bad.
At sea, at night, it can get pretty dark. Usually there is a lot of nothing. It is what comes out of that nothing that can be beyond frightening. You don't need to go looking for it as it always find you. Always. That aside...isn't this just the greatest picture!
Our three friends appear to be very much enjoying their ever so mildly lewd ditty. One, which no doubt, has been repeated with equal enthusiasm with each recital. Though it borders on lewd, it is not vulgar, ribald, crude, lusty, rude, belligerent, or nasty. Even though it would not take much to imagine that their colleagues from the vessels they are extolling would take umbrage concerning at the subject matter.
...even though technically it's coming from submariners. All that 'full ahead full steam, back three quarters is always exciting' even though it makes little sense to those of us with our boots on dry earth. Shame they're trying to get that deck gun into action otherwise they could be calling 'dive, dive, dive' into action. Oh the life above (or below) the ocean blue. Don't think much of that beer can conning tower though...
Sure they were a bunch of right wing chuckleheads with appalling and despicable world views...but every now and again one of them could have a moment of clarity. This aircraft, Heinkel He 219 Uhu, is so good looking it's good enough to steal.
Despite the misleading title and inevitable plotline coincidence, this is a story with depth, concluding with an open ended final panel. As always, those who are not from the Empire are rightfully considered with some derision. Flying Tigers is no different with both Japanese and Americans cast in the appropriate dim light. The Flying Tigers of the title are seen as nothing more than mercenaries and treated as such by the Squadron Leader, who by the way has a past that haunts him. Who would have thought that he and an American mercenary would share a past and a (possibly short) future? Air Ace Picture Library 344 Flying Tigers well worth tracking down.
We all know what happens next. It is almost screamingly obvious. Soon that age old equation will prove itself yet again, De Havilland Dominie + Focke Wulf = one dead Nazi. Did the bad guys just drop this from the syllabus at Nazi School? Were they so caught up in master race master classes that they thought they could ditch the basics. Makes you wonder how they ever made it to the front door.
Much better to move foward with, rather than without. The truth is, however, that understanding is not needed at all to do either. And given there can be two groups who share neither it all becomes so confusing. So where do you stand?
When it comes to looking good, some people are good at it. Don't fret if you are one of the many and not one of few. As a group American's would have you believe they invented sunglasses, which they may have very well done. One thing they do very well is sensibly wear them when pursuing aerial activities. However they are susceptible to wearing their caps in a manner that chaps involved in the main activity and pursuits in velodrome are apt to adopt. Thankfully that practice is not being engaged here.
This is pretty much a rarity for a war comic to portray Japanese as human beings. Even though World War Two had been over for close to 20 years racist ideas were still pretty hard to put aside. Of course judging or forgiving the past is an easy enough way to not thinking, and in its self provides an easy way to be entertained. Stories need bad guys. In this instance it's just odd seeing them not being bad.
The provenace. The journey. It's here. From book exchange to book exchange. What was it traded for? Was it or this a better read? Moved through so many hands. Now caught in hands of a collector. Will there ever be a release to that grip?
If it isn't hard enough trying to fight a war in the jungle imagine how difficult it is having to deal with a pack of angry jungle elephants. Everyone has the right to be upset, these elephants perhaps more than most.
This question has been bothering real men for a long time. It is spoken quietly about in bars and argued at the finest universities. Men at bus stops often seek each others' views concerning the appropriate number of Stinson Sentinels. This is something real men discuss in real time. Other men who cannot talk about this are betraying other men.
Perhaps our friend's flaps are a little too far down and he should stop pulling so hard. Or perhaps it is time to ease up. Idioms aside. Once you've crashed through the canopy, produced a landing of sorts, blatantly discarded the wings, and cut the fuel lines it's time for a stop don't you think? So time to leave those flaps alone and have a little lie down.
They have the right hats (sort of) and they have the right square jaws. The one thing wrong is that they still have their shirts on. Sure they look like Australians but they are not. They are Chindits. Tough angry older poms.
...I think Sam would have preferred to live a rich and full or pious and devout or long and wicked life or listless and wasted life (pick the one you prefer) rather than devote his last remaining moments to the thoughts of a disheveled and grim Englishman. Machismo is no substitute for empathy.
How could you not love this title? Jungle Snatch! So evocative. So vivid. So much fun. The school boy tittering (there it is again) just goes on and on. No need to draw any inevitable and puerile conclusions where this title sits in the minds of those who should know better.
...it's usually the 'little people' who are to blame. Great people don't make mistakes, that's why they are great. If the underlings were any good they wouldn't be underlings. They would be leaders not followers. In other words they would be in front or on top and not behind or underneath. So when things go wrong the attribution of blame cannot be put down to circumstance alone. The difference between the great and not even great is that the great do not like those beneath them.
Cover perfection comes to us again this time from, Sniper! War Picture Library 160, published 3 September 1962. Fantastic artwork that throws a story your way complete with drama, backstory, and resolution in a few square inches. Bold and direct you know what you're in for from the beginning and it's exactly where you want to go.
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.