Just another routine patrol, just another empty village in the Burmese jungle. Nothing to fear, every hut silent, deserted, no movement in the shadows, no sound on the still, sultry air. Everything calm and peaceful.
 
 
 
Why then dif fingers tighten nervously on triggers, why did the cold sweat of fear break out on every man's brow? It was as if some sixth sense was telling them of terrible danger, of a fiendish trap waiting to be sprung.
 
 
 
It only needed one man to see the sudden glint of death in a darkened doorway, to scream a warning... a warning that came too late!
 
 
 
 
 
Ken Barr (cover)
 
 
 
 
One Comic For Sale in Fair to Good Condition