In the summer of 1944, a frightening new weapon was unleashed against the war-weary British - the dreaded V1 flying bomb.
Sergeant-Pilot Jamie Collins had a personal score to settle with these robots of death. So when his squadron-leader grounded him after yet another display of reckless flying, it didn't stop him.
Where there were V1s, that's where Jamie wanted to be, at the controls of his hard-hitting tempest fighter. Orders or no orders…
Scott the Deputy Ed is on holiday so I get to write the intro to this story from our 25-year-old collection. Growing up with Commando in the 60s there were no creator credits on the books but there was one inside artist whose style stood out. Very individual, angular, with strong, strong blacks and peppered with skilfully-employed Zip-A-Tone - the sheets of dots which provide shading. To me the style looked just right for Commando. His name? Gordon Livingstone.
I still think that, which is why you're getting another chance (or a first chance) to read Ken Gentry's crackling air/ground story and marvel at the magnificent economy of composition that is Ian Kennedy's cover - there's nothing there that doesn't have to be.
This really is a mini-masterpiece. Should I let Scott read it?
Calum Laird, Editor