On sale January 2010
The year was 1901 and a run-in with “The Mad Mullah” of British Somaliland was all in a day’s work for the intrepid war reporters of the Trident newspaper, working alongside rival scribes Charles Black and Ned Bly.
Sent to South Africa to cover the final stages of the Boer War. Not much of a story there, they thought. But with a rogue Boer Commando unit on the rampage and the return of an old enemy, there most definitely was a story to tell. And you can read the exclusive right here, of course. Prepare to be thrilled by the
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Story: Norman Adams. Art/Cover: Keith Page.
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I can’t wait to buy it and I hope that it will not be the last as recently you told us that it would be the final story about he newsmen.
More recently, I wrote to you telling you that there are some more wars to cover for these reporters between 1901 and the start of the Great war like the Russo-Japanese war of 1904-06.
Perhaps their sons, maybe nephews or even young cousins would take over once they had done their work and would cover both world wars.
I am not surprised to hear some fans wrote wanting to read more of these newsmen.
I hope they will continue if the fans demand.
This fan seconds the motion.
Norman Adams, creator of the series, has got a hundred and one wars tucked up his sleeve should Ferret McGlone dust off his reporter’s notebooks once again
Let’s hear if you’d like him to flick through that scrapbook one more time.
I am afriad it looks like the end of their adventures – I had just read that issue and Ned Bily sadly killed off by that wretched hun’s sword before he himself shot the Baron down before his life soon ended.
According to last page of that issue, Digby’s years as war artist was over for good, Harry and Charles would leave their job as reporters – Harry would write thrillers while Charles would publish his memories.
It looks as Norman Adams nor the commando editors would ignore us fans demands for more stories of these reporters.
Or did they?
That sounds like a vote for another look into Ferret’s scrapbook, Digby’s sketchpad or Charles’ memoirs. maybe Harry’s thrillers weren’t totally fiction?



