Against my better judgement, I continued to read this series. It was mostly morbid fascination that drew me one. In the first book, they march through a jungle and kill a lot of semi-barberian people and Prince Roger stops being a whiny brat. In the second book, they march over some mountains, ally themselves with some non-barberians and kill a whole lot of barberians and Prince Roger becomes a leader among men. In this, the third book, there is more complicated fighting against more complicated people and Prince Roger starts to become a bloodthirsty, hot-headed jerk, although still a leader among men.
An outrageous number of people die in these books. And not just the bad guys. The Bronze Battalion lands on Marduck with 190 soldiers and by the end of this book there are only 36 of them left. It is all of this fighting that toughens up Prince Roger. What makes him a leader though is that he is "a MacClintock," descended from a line of emperors and empresses, some of whom were reportedly fairly savage people. David Weber and John Ringo concoct a romance between the prince and one of his bodyguards, one Nimashet Despreaux, and it is his love for her that keeps him from just being a vengeful killing machine. Like any normal soldier/person, she likes killing less and less and she does more and more of it. In the course of this book, she admits that she is quite done with killing people.
The right-wing politics that have been percolating below the surface and occasionally erupting at opportune junctures, really come to the fore in volume 3, when what is left of the Bronze Battalion plus their Mardukan allies have to fight "the Saints" for the first time. The Saints are portrayed as left-wing nut jobs (the group they fight is the, ahem, Greenpeace Battalion) who are hypocritical, self-righteous, and either pointlessly zealous or aggressively just going along with the program (i.e., completely cynical). In contrast, all the good guys are upstanding, pragmatic, dogged in the pursuit of duty and devoted to the team.
We know that some in the Empire of Men are venal assholes, because there has been a coup in Roger's absence and his older siblings have been killed and he has been blamed for it all. This information begins to filter into the story as the marooned soldiers and the prince begin to encounter other men as they near the star port that is meant to be their ticket off the planet.
The writing becomes more tiresome as one progresses through this series. Weber/Ringo reuse a lot of the same words to express the same emotions. It got to where I could anticipate when someone was going to say something "dryly" and a Mardukan was going to attempt to imitate a human smile. Furthermore, the number of expositional passages really matastisizes in this volume. A character will pause in medias res and just have a think about something more or less germane to the proceedings. Time more or less stops during these two-page rants/monologues/ruminations, and then picks up again. The number of walk-ons multiplies too. Weber/Ringo just like making up names, giving them to a minor character, who sees the main characters from their own perspective and then disappears forever.
Although the story is well plotted, one has the feeling that one is reading about more and more but it is really about less and less.