EXTRACTS: The Art of Commando (illustrators special) © 2019 The Book Palace (144 PAGES in Full edition)

29 over Atlantis—and will probably share the same fate). In 1953 I returned from two years military service, of which one and a half years was spent in Egypt and adjacent areas. British Army training resulted in shipping troops alternatively to theMiddle East and Korea. I drew fly-infested, camel-dunged Egypt, and warfare was of the more insidious kind—an ice-pick in the intimacy of the theatre (British Go Home), steel wire stretched across the road, and general theft, sabotage and murder. I was informed on my return (jobs were scarce) by the foreman, with great solemnity, that my training was now complete, that I would receive full pay of £5.00 per week, and was accorded the privilege of addressing him by his first name. The thought of spending my career in this Victorian fire-trap appalled me so, returning his steady gaze, I informed him in crisp Gaelic, where the Hell to put his plans for my future (I had been better off in the Army. Trade pay,