Fury: My War Gone By #2: Unrepentantly Male

The MAX label is earned in the second installment of Nick Fury's rough and tumble adventures in Indochina.

Andy Hunsakerby Andy Hunsaker

Fury: My War Gone By #2

In my review of the first issue of Fury: My War Gone By, I said it was setting the stage for "a lot more cussing and beating up a big burly ex-Nazi." Wouldn't you know it, that's what happens in #2, with a dose of obligatory coitus to earn that MAX rating – coitus you knew was coming the instant Fury left congressional secretary Shirley Defabio speechless after putting an end to a barfight she had righteously started by staring down the threatening jackhole with his one good eye – the only eye he needs to see the world clearly. Hell, you knew this was coming from the first page of the first issue, when Fury says "I fight and fuck like a demon." 

Let's be brutally honest here. Coitus and cussing is what you want in a MAX book, especially one as unrepentantly male as Garth Ennis' Fury, which is a celebration of testosterone without going ridiculously overboard about it to make it popcorn-style ludicrous. It's war, sex and knuckle sandwiches and liberal use of the word 'fuck.' And Nazi punching. We can't forget the Nazi punching, even though it's 1954 Indochina.

We open with coitus, we cut to Fury telling Congressman Pug McCuskey that the French trying to hold onto their colony in southeast Asia is a fool's game, poking holes in the classic Commie Domino Theory that if one falls to the Reds, they'll all fall to the Reds, and then he has to take off after his attache George Hatherly, who ran into an unrepentant Nazi named Steinhoff being used as an adviser to the French fort at Son Chau, couldn't believe it, and has apparently gone off to kick the guy's ass for being a Nazi, despite not being that much of a fighter. Ostensibly, Fury's got to tell Hatherly to not get hot-headed, but there's something about a giant Nazi asshole that brings out the hot in people's heads, and Fury winds up going a few rounds with the big burly bastard, too, with an anger that dies hard – getting a big meaty finger in his eyehole for his trouble.

That is, until the fort is attacked by the enemy and a firefight ensues. Like I said, war, sex and Nazi-punching. And Ennis infuses it with all sorts of moral ambiguity and hard-nosed reality – Fury's stock in trade.

Artist Goran Parlov works well with Ennis' machismo, and the fact that Fury's one eye never seems to be open beyond a squint give him that Clint Eastwood swagger that works so well in stories like this. Marcus Johnson Fury is for the kids and casual fans, but the star of Fury: My War Gone By #2 is the Nick Fury for adults. Honestly, we like him that way.