I must say that this is probably my favourite, although lets be honest, the whole damn album is just the dog's dangly bits
The artilleryman and the fighting machine
The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously, decapitating a fighting machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain, splashed to the four winds, and the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal, went whirling to destruction. As the other monsters advanced, people ran away blindly, the artilleryman among them, but I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe. Now the guns spoke again, but this time the heat ray sent them to oblivion.
Burton could read the proverbial phone book and get an award.
England expects that every man will do his duty. Horatio Nelson October 1805