We open on a small rocket approaching Earth. Hard to tell exactly how big it is... It's also hard to tell what direction it's approaching Earth from, especially since that planet in the background can't actually be any known planet, based on information later in the story. (We learn, as one might guess from the title, that it came from Mars.)

Wrecking national monuments in France. Oh, and wiping out a city.

The carnage continues:

Spurs gets a phone call from the military. He's apparently on a first-name basis with the general.

I hope you appreciate this set of panels here, because I had to hack their respective pages all to pieces in Paint and put them together again in order to get a nice, convenient picture to put up.

Anyway, this causes them to speculate that the bombs might be coming from Mars. Spurs' response?

Um...
Would these be the same Martians who have rocket cars and giant vacuum cleaners that can suck up atmospheres?
Less advanced? Really?
Eh, never mind.
Fortunately, there's a reliable way to get an answer: A gadget we've never seen before.

I wonder how much money he made on that deal.
One quick magic widget installation later...

So, days later (so speaketh the narration), they get to Mars, and unload a plane to fly around on.

...
Eh, whatever.
So, they fly 'round, looking for stuff.


And they aren't.

Yes. Nazis. On Mars. Fighting cowboys. Who fly rockets.
This is why I forgive Space Western Comics its foibles. Sure, it's stupid-but it's also really amusingly stupid.
Anyway, the Nazis are true to Golden Age comic form:

So stupid that they try to shoot it out when some cowboys with submachine guns pop into their cafeteria while they're unarmed.


It's funny because the Nazi gets dead.
Also, note that he had really skinny legs. Maybe it's just the style, or maybe it's just a bad drawing, but I can't help but cringe at that falling Nazi's legs.


We learn how many Nazis there were, and we also learn...

Oh, man, how's this story going to wrap up?

SPOILER: Apparently, Hitler dies.
Join me later this week, when I present the first in my next series of comic book posts, all about crazy space comics.
-Signing off.
1 comment:
I wonder why they thought Hawaii was a target comparable to Paris, Moscow, London, and New York City?
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