Disclaimer: notes transcribed as is, no editing has been made so as to preserve my original feelings as I read the chapter.
Part 4, Turning The Tide; Chapter 3, Bohdan Taras Kondratiuk.
Why should things be as they should be? They never have been before.
Unfortunately for Bohdan and many of the men in similar units, his government had underestimated the virus, the amount of infected and the supplies needed to marshal their safety zone. For the majority of the area that Bohdan was supposed to police, it was already too late. Although he complains of a lack of equipment, resources and much needed rest, it is the lack of sniffer dogs that make the least sense to me. And to him.
How can you police suspected infected without the sensitive noses of these dogs is beyond me. It’s an impossible task.
Coupled with the shear chaos that these untrained mobs of men in uniforms were confronted with.
It’s little wonder that they couldn’t cope, were even terrorised themselves for trying to weedle out the infected from the ordinary refugee. Kiev was supposed to be a safe zone, it didn’t remain safe for very long.
The solution was RVX. I’m sure I’ve never heard of it but the effects sound familiar.
The powers that be decided to just kill all remaining refugees surrounding the Kiev area starting with the bridge Kondratiuk was on. Good job his was a tank platoon. A place of relative safety from the deadly RVX. It seems his high commanders had in fact, learned from past errors, and possibly even the “Battle of Yonkers”.
Kill all of the refugees without prejudice and then destroy those that reanimate. Effectively destroying the chance of those within that area from spreading the contagion any further.
At a price.
After that ordeal, I don’t blame Bohdan for ordering a retreat. Hell, with a tank at my command I would’ve run as far away from Kiev as petrol and bullets would allow.
It’s not cowardice to want to stay alive. (Although some might speculate on the situation you were running from and on the manner in which you ran.)