For the next few weeks, I will provide a thumbnail history of DC War Comics. This will help us appreciate wherein Johnny Cloud falls (no pun intended, as he did jump out of his burning P-51 many times).
First off, I will start with slight detour. Part tribute to my Dad (who passed away a few weeks ago -- I am totally crushed) and part set-up for the Golden Age of DC War Comics that began with flying aces such as Hop Harrigan who began his adventures in April 1939.
Here is Dad.
It was 1936, late fall, early twilight. With his chores done, the evening found Dad curled up behind the stove, atop the coal box, reading pulp fiction lit by a kerosene lamp. He was nine. And like me, he was engrossed with a fighter pilot. Dad’s hero was known only as G-8 – his true identity was never revealed!
G-8 and His Battle Aces flew from October 1933 through June 1944. In all, Robert Hogan penned over a hundred stories. G-8 was a master spy who commanded a small squadron of biplanes in the Great War, but he was up against more than just German aces. That would be too easy. Instead, G-8 faced fantastical creations from the Kaiser’s mad scientists – for example, Dr. Gurnig produced a remote-controlled flying head with a single eye that shot lethal X-rays at Allied fighters.
And if that wasn’t enough, G-8 battled supernatural beings, including Martians, a giant plane-eating spider, even a huge skeleton. Science fiction. And airplanes. Dad was captivated, but it was the cover-art that drew him in. This was when he started drawing airplanes, building wings out of balsa, and dreaming about soaring through the skies. His friends called him “airplane crazy.”
This is Dad’s origin story – every superhero has one.
Dad liked to remind me that he was born in the year that Charles Lindberg crossed the Atlantic – 1927. So, it was only natural for him to be airplane crazy. Just as G-8’s cover art grabbed his eye, Johnny Cloud grabbed mine. So, I decided to probe his history, so I purchased a G-8 reprint: Patrol of the Cloud Crusher (June 1936). Maybe he read this one – I took a chance.
I'll tell you the story next time ... very strange, and very 1930s!






