War comics thrilled me as a kid, and what boy wouldn't get excited about "Kerrang!", "Blaaam!", and "Aaaargh!"?
I really can't say when I got my first books, but it could have been either The Pink Panther (1971) #10, or Uncle Scrooge (1962), or Richie Rich (1960), and even the darkly Ghost Rider (1973) and the slightly mob-tastic Marvel Team-Up #39 (Nov '75). But it wasn't until that fateful day in March (or thereabouts) in 1977, and the grocery store on the side of town where my Grandmother l
