Disclaimer: notes transcribed as is, no editing has been made so as to preserve my original feelings as I read the chapter.
Part 3, The Great Panic; Chapter 7, Todd Wainio.
The imagery of this chapters opening is very vivid.
Max must have gotten the idea of the statue from the iconic “Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima”.
Max’s description of Todd’s physical appearance is just evocative as the statue. From the old before his time look to the parallel gouges on his cheek, Todd has obviously not only seen it all but had to live through the experience.
I can kind of see where Max may have gotten some of his ideas from, for this chapter. Historical events like World War 1 & 2 and the Zulu wars all have that “lions led by donkeys” syndrome. Most generals think that they’re the ones who win the wars but it’s not. It’s just an ordinary soldier with a gun and some guts. Especially the soldier who can’t see the reason (if any) behind the whole debacle.
I can envision the battle of Isandwala as being the most similar to Todd’s recollections. An advanced army, with vast numbers and superior weaponry getting their heads handed to them on a silver platter.
At Isandwala, the Zulu people royally kicked the British Army (and rightly so). An advanced professional army verses a bunch of natives armed only with shields, iklwa’s & assegai’s. Later learning to use their enemy’s weapons.
The undead had an even greater weapon.
The lack of ability to feel it but the natural ability to induce it.
Todd, his buddies, his superiors all forgot about fear.
If an enemy fears you, you can use that to your advantage, what Todd calls “shock and awe”. But Zack can’t become afraid, and that was just the first mistake of many.
As a side note, it’s the first time anyone has given nicknames to the undead masses.
Zack, G’s; it’d be cute if it wasn’t attached to such a grisly subject.
Getting back on track; the generals & other superiors in charge at the Battle of Yonkers.
Why is it when “they” make plans, when said plans go vastly awry, “they” never stand up and admit to their errors. But, when all goes well, “they” are the first in line for a pat on the back, a medal and all the publicity they can eat.
I have pity for the average soldier. Sure, they make statues of these soldiers but look at the way these soldiers are treated.
Cannon fodder. Scapegoats. Punished for following orders. Punished for not following orders. Punished for thinking as a human being, instead of a mindless automaton.
Todd’s account, minus the zombies, could be the experience of any soldier, on any side, from any war/battlefield during our violent history. Or future.