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 lived, did I see, and beg for, issue #200 of G.I. Combat. With that issue, and the next month's, I was in nirvana. Though I gave away #200, I kept #201, and then eventually bought a replacement for my growing G.I. Combat collection. It wasn't so much about the war, as it was about the heroism, humanity, and the soul of the art. Kubert's covers are still the best, in my eye.