For two days that phantom Fokker had terrified the Front. A strange, weird ship of death, all men could see was its dim outline. The fuselage — the wings — the pilot — were invisible! How could men fight an invisible enemy? What good was Vickers lead against a plane that was as transparent as air? G-8 and his Battle Aces rode the nostalgia boom ten years after World War I ended. These high-flying exploits were tall tales of a World War that might have been, featuring monster bats, German zombies, wolf-men, harpies, Martians, and even tentacled floating monsters. Most of these monstrosities were the work of Germany’s seemingly endless supply of mad scientists, chief of whom was G-8’s recurring Nemesis, Herr Doktor Krueger.
