Monthly Archives: November 2016

Sorry, Jundi — Page Five.



More exposition on Page Five. Obviously this isn’t the actual location of any actual raid, as far as I know, but it is the same general vicinity where the story took place. Balad: the FOB with two swimming pools.

Sorry, Jundi — Page Four.



Page four, the first of three exposition pages.  It’s pretty busy, with the first background image to indicate that the briefing’s still going on, and the little illustrations, but I think it’s more visually interesting than the last one of these I did, back in the first book, which was just two pages of little panels.


Sorry, Jundi, Page Three.



Page Three, in which bets are not taken.

These scenes take place indoors, which means that I get to have white backgrounds in them, which is kind of a change of pace from all of the night scenes that I end up drawing, and makes it easier to create contrast.


Remember: real Americans don’t run off to Canada when the chips are down, or retreat behind a curtain of cynicism and privilege while their fellow Americans take the worst of what’s likely to happen.  Get politically involved beyond just re-posting memes on Facebook: donate money, as I have, to one of the organizations below; or to one of the many others who are helping to force this country to live up to its supposed values; or get involved in politics locally so that we never again have a situation where the difference between two candidates is less than the number of people who wrote in a literal dead gorilla.

Southern Poverty Law Center

American Civil Liberties Union

Industrial Workers of the World

Planned Parenthood

Black Lives Matter

Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as a cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twister pride in cynicism; there are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really holds, or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty, whether in achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement. A cynical habit of thought and speech, a readiness to criticize work which the critic himself never tries to perform, an intellectual aloofness which will not accept contact with life’s realities – all these are marks, not as the possessor would fain to think, of superiority but of weakness. They mark the men unfit to bear their part painfully in the stern strife of living, who seek, in the affection of contempt for the achievements of others, to hide from others and from themselves in their own weakness. The rôle is easy; there is none easier, save only the rôle of the man who sneers alike at both criticism and performance.

— Theodore Roosevelt, 1910


Sorry, Jundi, Page Two.



Page two, best interpreted in conjunction with Page One: the idea is to emphasize, without saying as much, that this guy is wearing this vest, and that there’s a drag handle on the back of it; which seems like it’s common knowledge, but probably isn’t.