“I’m going blind… I can’t see!” From all along the Yank front those reports came in — pitiful reports from troops sent up to stage a victory drive — troops that now fought on — grimly, hopelessly. And G-8, watching from the air, vowed grimly to avenge their slaughter, to track this horror scourge to its source and bust it wide open with crimson lead! G-8 and his Battle Aces rode the nostalgia boom ten years after World War I ended. These high-flying exploits were tall tales of a World War that might have been, featuring monster bats, German zombies, wolf-men, harpies, Martians, and even tentacled floating monsters.
