I liked Staff Sergeant Max Mayhem, even though he didn’t have much in the way of a technical personality,
but mostly I liked that his adventures kept happening. There were always more bad guys to kill and more good guys to save.
New wars started even before the old ones were won. I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid,
and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.
Twenty pages from the end of Midnight Dawns, things started to look pretty bleak for Mayhem
when he was shot seventeen times while attempting to rescue a (blond, American) hostage from the Enemy.
But as a reader, I did not despair. The war effort would go on without him.
There could—and would—be sequels starring his cohorts: Specialist Manny Loco and Private Jasper Jacks and the rest.
I was just about to the end when this little girl with barretted braids appeared in front of me and said, “What’s in your nose?”
And I said, “Um, it’s called a cannula. These tubes give me oxygen and help me breathe.”
Her mother swooped in and said, “Jackie,” disapprovingly, but I said, “No no, it’s okay,” because it totally was,
and then Jackie asked, “Would they help me breathe, too?” “I dunno. Let’s try.”
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