IF YOU VISIT THE WESTHOEK IN THE NORTHWEST CORNER OF BELGIUM, YOU’RE SURE TO SEE REMINDERS OF THE GREAT WAR, WHICH WE NOW REFER TO AS WORLD WAR I. THOUSANDS OF GRAVES BEAR SILENT WITNESS TO THE INHUMAN SUFFERING OF THE YEARS 1914-1918….
It really makes you think…
UNTIL, ONE DAY, THEIR CENTURY-LONG SLEEP IS DISTURBED….
Those are all soldiers’ graves?
Dandy little songbird, my new plane, isn’t she?
Yes. And each soldier was someone’s son, someone’s father...
The First World War was horrible. In some battles, a hundred thousand men died … and no one gained a foot of ground!
She is! And it’s lovely of you to take us up for a ride!
We’d better get back to Koksijde! It’s getting dark!
Don’t mention it! No trouble at all!
He’s in trouble! He’s on fire! He should have crashed by now! What the...! What’s that supposed to be?
He’s shooting!
Now we’re in for it! I can’t look!
Grab your parachutes! We’re going down! But, Cooper, we’re not hit!
How can that... ?!
Aaaaaah! No time for evasive action! We’re doomed!
He... he flew right through us!
A ghost plane! Look!
Incredible!
It’s going down in that forest!
Gone! It’s completely disappeared!
Where else? Maybe the pilot needs help!
But it was a ghost plane! And it tried to shoot us out of the sky!
Impossible! There should be flames!
I’m putting down!
Must have been a mistake! Hang on, this’ll be bumpy!
You mean here?!
OW!
MOO! Today’s special: buttermilk!
OUCH!
YOW! HELP!
Whew, safe and sound!
You call this safe?
Quit complaining and come on!
I think I’m broken!
*The Laughing Cow
It’s pitch dark in here!
A strange light! It’s moving!
What’s that, then?
No plane! It must have been an illusion!
Holy...! It’s a moving strange light!
A ghost!
He looks like a pilot!
Then I encountered a strange creature…
When I failed my flying exam, I was terribly disappointed! I couldn’t bear the embarrassment!
It was the demon Sebrecum. She only appears on Earth during wartime!
She offered to make me a great pilot! In exchange, I agreed to sow death and destruction in her name!
It was incredible! I was a spectacular success, winning every battle!
I was put in charge of my own squadron, Jagdstaffel 13. Only the finest pilots, the “aces,” were assigned to my command!
I resisted her, at first, but in wartime a pilot’s mission is to shoot down the enemy, anyway, so at last I decided to accept her terms.
Soon, I was lauded as a hero! And I relished the attention! .
Our merciless raids racked up countless kills!
And Sebrecum devoured the souls of our unfortunate victims, growing bigger and more powerful with my every victory!