R: Flash #225 (October 2005), art by Howard Porter, John Livesay, and James Sinclair
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Hey kids! Remember when the final panel of a comic book story teased and tantalized you with the promise of the excitement, adventure, thrills and Skrulls of next month's issue, winding you up so much that you could hardly wait to bike on down to Mr. Gower's drugstore and plunk down your twelve cents to pick up the very next issue featuring the conclusion of the storyline that sent shivers up your spine and poked out your eyes with a very sharp, long, pointed stick but you didn't care because it already said "senses-shattering" on the cover of the book?
























...so nobody tell FDR that Sergeant Nick Fury is a blabbermouth! What's that you say? The consummate Army man, the tough son of a gun who bleeds khaki and spits bullets, is a lousy yellow-bellied troop-movement-fact-giver-outer? The pride of Easy Company? (No, not the one with Sergeant Rock...the other Easy Company.) The hard as nails never-shaved still-two-eyed Nick Fury? How can this be, you ask yourself, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea? How can this be? Well, maybe if Fury would stop publishing the details of America's military might in the back pages of his own furshlugginer comic book!!!



















