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Subject: Epilogue - Of Max and Mexico
(Posted on Jan 14, 2014 at 09:33PM ) Tags:
Another obliquely inserted reference near the end of the book lies with one of the two wedding help letters written to Bobby Bo in his imaginary gig as a wedding advice newspaper columnist.

Who was Max and what was he on about? The answer might lie with his location and parting line.


Credenhill, in the UK, is the home of 22 SAS Regiment. Yes, that's right, the Special Air Service. Maybe, that is why Max signs off with “Who Dares Wins” playing off the SAS motto of “Who Dares, Wins.” Or that was just accidental. Quite possibly, I may just have goofed and forgotten the comma too. D-oh, Homer! Or maybe both are in common usage in reality. 

Note that Heref (Herefordshire) is not the same as Herts (Hertfordshire). The two are a couple hours apart by road. Since Max is ostensibly some covert operations guy, he could have tried a sly substitution of the latter, for the former, in order to be purposely misleading. He could then claim it was a mistake, and would have plausible deniability. Either that, or he could do it to see if anybody was actually paying attention. 

Now, on the main matter, why would some of them SAS cats take a covert gig in Mexico doing wedding security? Maybe they might, and even if they did, it would be a case of steadfast denial if ithe word ever got out there. And how would some part-time typist ever find out about it anyway either, unless they were writing to him for advice? 

In this day and age, with military budget cutbacks all over the gaff, and subpar pay in the ranks, it’s all about the money, honey—especially if you turn to the private sector where all the fat be, Bobbolino. Just look at  Academi (as changed from Xe and Blackwater before thet in some weak rebranding exercise to try and play "let's hide the past"). Everybody just wants to be paid out, as Dr. LoveSexy might say. Who cares who wins?


Our man Max could have also been some local-pub punter wannabe nearby the base, just hanging out and being a pretender. 

At the end of the day, it’s all just about some single guy wedding adventures and funny tales therein.