Comic Strip of the War
A tale of loss, sorrow, and the madness of invertebrate warfare in a small comicstrip of the War…
The air filled with the drone and whine of breeding beetles each summer, often closely followed by the whistle of an approaching squadron, feverishly battling to clear flightpaths of the drowsy giants….
But these six-legged dogfights were not without consequence, however, and the falling carcasses wrought terrible damage on city tenements frail from bombardment…
Dispossessed and indigent citizens wandered streets rendered unfamiliar by rubble and carapace…
Guided to inadequate shelters by wardens combatting their own fatigue and lack of resources…
Banded together by loss, looking for solace, comfort, a welcome cup of tea…
And finding boogers.
