OKAY, WELL I’VE MANAGED TO GET TWO PAGES THAT I’M MORE OR LESS SATISFIED WITH THESE. IT’S AN INTERLUDE, IF YOU REMEMBER FRANK HAD BEEN KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS. I REALLY WANT TO ESTABLISH EARLY ON THE RELATIONSHIP OF FRANK AND BOBBIE JOE AND–EVEN THOUGH I’M TRYING NOT TO BE TOO SPECIFIC ON THE TIME PERIOD–IT GAVE ME A NICE CHANCE TO HAVE A LITTLE 2 PAGE INTERLUDE AND WRITE A WAR STORY (OR VIGNETTE IN THIS CASE). I’VE TRIED TO BE AUTHENTIC TO COMICS OF THAT TIME, THE ONES I REALLY REMEMBER IN MY COMIC READING OVER THE YEARS HAVE BEEN THE EC ONES “TWO-FISTED TALES” AND “FRONTLINE COMBAT“, THOUGH “SGT. ROCK” WAS ALSO A BOOK I READ WHEN I WAS A KID I PREFERRED THE LOOKS OF DAVIS, FELDSTEIN, HEATH AND WOOD THAN THE OPEN LINEWORK OF JOE KUBERT (THOUGH I LOVE KUBERT’S STUFF).
OK the next two pages are a flashback sequence, it kind of explains why FRANK seems beholden to BOBBIE JOE to follow up on his murder and how they became “friends” THIS page (14) is nine panels, regular, the first panel is all black and the second is an explosion. The should have a Jack elder/Russ Heath “Frontline Combat” kinda vibe rather than Joe Kubert “Sgt. Rock” vibe to try and keep in with the noir tone of the story
PANEL 1,2 and 3 Across the three panels from left to right it starts off completely black.
CAP:10 YEARS AGO
P2: Here it’s kind of greyish, maybe a zippertone effect.
OP:(MOMMY!JESUS I CAIN’T FEEL MY LEGS!)
P3:An explosion breaking the whiteness.
P4:We are in a prone position POV of someone who is lying on the floor, we can see cobbled streets with debris scattered around, in the background we can see the bottom half of some shopfronts, we can see shop names such as BOULANGERIE/CHACUTERIE/ GLACÉ etc. Maybe just the bottom half as the windows would be smashed or broken and we are looking from a low viewpoint. Also we would see soldiers legs as the are running.
OP:((men shouting) MOVE OUT TO THE RIGHT!)
P5: We now have a helmeted face in our vision, someone has stooped down to help us, it is obviously BOBBIE JOE at a younger age, there is a look of concern on his face.
BOBBIE JOE: (HEY BUDDY, YOU OK?)
P6: We are now looking from behind, and we can see FRANK in full battle dress, he’s sprawled on the ground and BOBBIE JOE is hunkered down beside him. We are looking mid-distance and there is a crater just to FRANK’s right where a morter or bomb has gone off, there’s smoke and the genral mayhem of war going on around them.
P7: We are closer in now and FRANK is on one knee using his rifle as a prop with his right hand and BOBBIE JOE is holding his left elbow to help him up.
BOBBIE JOE:(UP YOU COME BUDDY. HEY! DON’T I KNOW YOU? FRANK EAST AIN’T IT?)
P8: We are now looking from the front, both men are now standing, BOBBIE JOE a little to the front and turned slightly towards FRANK, this is a shot from mid torso up at middle distance. BOBBIE JOE is speaking to FRANK.
FRANK: (WEST…MY NAME IS FRANK WEST.)
BOBBIE JOE: (YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, I’M BOBBIE JOE LONG, ME! YOU USED TO HANG AROUND MACAULEY’S GYM BACK HOME.)
FRANK:(MACK. THIS AIN’T NO PLACE RO TALK A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE.)
P9: A mid range shot from a side angle we are looking at BOBBIE JOE’s back and FRANK is now turned slightly towards him so we can see what happens next.
6 PANEL PAGE. One panoramic panel along the top of the page. TWO PANELS on the middle tier and THREE PANELS along the bottom tier of the page.
P1: Here is a long shot of FRANK bundling BOBBIE JOE out of the way of the sniper shot. Almost like a rugby tackle midrift. we can see the bomed and burned outbuildings around them, the smoke is ever-present and we can see the dirt that is kicked up by the bullet as it misses its target andploughs into the ground about a metre from where FRANK and BOBBIE were standing.
CAP: DODGING BULLETS WAS A FAVORITE GAME WE PLAYED IN THOSE DAYS — I KNEW THAT WE WERE PLAYING RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH THESE GUYS, BUT IT SEEMED LIKE THE ONLY THING WE EVER DID.
P2: We are now looking at FRANK as he’s come up out of his roll with BOBBIE JOE and he is on one knee, pulling his service revolver out of it’s holster, there’s a snarl on his face, his helmet is slightly askew and he’s bringing the gun up.
CAP: I’D ALWAYS BEEN A DEADSHOT–THE GUYS IN THE PLATOON JOSHED ME ABOUT THAT. THE LOO BROUGHT ME UP WHENEVR THERE WAS DIRTY WORK TO BE DONE.
FRANK: (GET YOUR FUCKIN’ HEAD DOWN BOBBIE JOE!)
P3: We are now in a head and shoulders shot, FRANK has let of his shot it’s slightly elevated and he’s still snarling, we can see the back of BOBBIE JOE’s head and shoulders as he is leaning out of FRANK’s way.
CAP: I’D SPOTTED THE HUN UP ON THE BURNT OUT SECOND FLOOR. IT WAS A CLOSE ONE BUT HIS HEAD WAS OUT FAR ENOUGH TO GIVE ME A TARGET.
P4: A LONG ELEVATED SHOT. In the distance we can see FRANK and BOBBIE JOE on the ground, FRANK kneeling and BOBBIE JOE sitting down in front of him, back to us and FRANK shooting over his shoulder. We see a man in German uniform,
P4: he’s behind a pile of bricks on the second floor of a bombed building that he has been using as a vantage point to shoot the Allied soldiers below. There is the proverbial corner made up of the remnants of two walls and he has been using this whole set up as cover. He is falling backwards, his hands up to his face, blood and brains flying out the back of his head and blood gushing from between his fingers, his rifle is falling down by his right side.
P5: CUT BACK TO FRANK AND BOBBIE JOE BACK ON THE GROUND. Mid-range head and shoulders shot from the right side as we look on. FRANK no longer has a snarl on his face, in fact it has a look of calmness. BOBBIE JOE is looking up at him with something that approaches awe.
CAP: THAT WAS THE THING THAT HAPPENED–THAT’S WHY BOBBIE JOE BECAME MY BURDEN
BOBBIE JOE:(YOU SAVED MY LIFE FRANK.)
FRANK:(NO I DIN’T. YOU SAVED MINE REMEMBER?)
P6: CLOSE UP ON BOBBIE JOE, HS FACE ALMOST FILLING THE PANEL. WE CAN SEE THE FRECKLES THAT DUST HIS NOSE. WE CAN SEE THE SMEARS OF DIRT ON HIS FACE AND HIS CHIPPED FRONT TOOTH. EYES WIDE IN ADOLATION OF FRANK.
BOBBIE JOE:(NAAH. I JUST PICKED YOU UP. YOU’DA BEEN OK. ME? I WAS A GONER–YOU TOOK OUT THAT SHARPSHOOTER. NOW I OWE YOU BIG TIME. )
CAP: THAT’S WHAT I WAS AFRAID OF.