When I was very young, I found this gory war comic at my grandparents’ house. I couldn’t read all the words, but did get the gist: A group of soldiers locked in combat with the Japanese (in retrospect they were actually VC). The buck-toothed, rat-faced enemy guns down our heroes. In an odd departure for a combat story, the saga continues as their souls rise up to God for their final judgment.
Two panels especially frightened my young self: A picture of two soldiers’ bullet-riddled corpses and a image of a soldier cradling the head of his dead companion. He was positioned in such a way that it looked like the head wasn’t attached to anything.
Years later, in college, I came across the same comic. Guess what? It wasn’t a comic, but a damn Jack Chick religious tract! Some might say it was even more disturbing in that light. You can read the whole thing HERE!