Last time, Johnny Cloud was on patrol with two new pilots when they encountered ten bandits at twelve-o-clock high, plus several more below. Cloud sensed a trap, so he ordered the new pilots to duck into the clouds. But it was too late. The high-flying Me-109s were diving fast and the lower group was climbing.
Cloud's patrol was getting pinched. He feared that he would lose his new pilots.
It was time for desperate measures. Cloud told his new pilots to head for base while he turned towards the enemy. Cloud blasted his way through the line, killing two of the Huns. And he was not finished. Cloud turned to re-engage, when suddenly, a black Me-109 with white stripes engaged him.
These were the marking his father had warned him about. The markings of a killer. The same markings that his father saw in the First World War. Incredible? Yes. Was it the Hawk of Death? Cloud was convinced it was.
The Hawk seized the advantage and took a kill-shot, sending Johnny Cloud’s P-51 spiraling downward in smoke. This is when he jumped …
Finally, Cloud pulls his ripcord with only seconds to spare and drops in a forest. The Hawk of Death lands nearby and with help from infantry gets a rifle to hunt for Cloud.
He tracks him to a river’s edge and opens fire. With a lucky shot, he hits Cloud’s pistol, sending him reeling backwards into the river. The pistol is lost.
Cloud lies there, underwater like his father did, hiding as the wily Hun wades into the water. But when the Hawk of Death stands over him and aims his rifle, Cloud leaps up and flicks his wings at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead. WHACK!
The Hawk is dazed and falls forward into the water. Cloud rolls him over and drowns him before he can recover his wits.
As Cloud walks out of the forest, he sees his Big Brother smiling. Cloud vows to write his father: He no longer needs to wear the white feather of shame. The Hawk of Death is dead!
Image Credit:
AAMOW#88 (December 1961): Story Art: I. Novick; Writer: R. Kanigher.
Johnny Cloud TM DC Comics



