Seems a platoon of British boys are under attack from a mob of angry Arabs and their "foul Mu'min". Mu'min is a term from the Qu'ran meaning, literally, "faithful believer", so it seems our Church of England soldiers are none too keen on fellows of differing faiths!
In the nick of time, a plane strafes the battlefield, and out hops Congo Bill, fresh from last month's Chinese adventure, and eager to spout off words that can be quickly translated into their foreign equivalents, and vice-versa! Seems the Egyptian bedouin, or nomadic tribes (see, I can do it, too!) have mysteriously been whipped into an anti-Allies fury by Allah-knows-who!
Bill heads to Cairo and dons his white linen jacket and pipe, all the better to put his crack detective skills into action...
But as we Congo Billions know by now, things rarely tie up so easily on page 3 of a 6-page story, so... KA-POW!
Bill wakes to, um....throbbing consciousness, and then....errr, squirms and strains and probes his pockets (listen folks, I didn't write it, I just report.)
And though his thoughts are surely only of warning the British about the plan, don't think he's forgotten how to deliver a good old fashioned Yankee smack down! Auf Wiedersehn, Adolf!
Bill tracks down the "Mu'min"and discovers, to no one's surprise who's been paying attention:
I mean, probably anyone would jerk to attention if a nattily-dressed American man shouted "Achtung" out of a Middle Eastern window, but whatever. Let's get back to beating the crap out of Nazis!
I know what you're thinking: "How is Congo Bill, noted man of action, going to create a lasting peace between the British soldiers and the riled-up bedouin? Why, with diplomatic aplomb, silly!
And thus began the glorious era of American-Egyptian friendship and cooperation, and the end of using religion for treacherous causes. The end!
