A long chapter. It starts with some information on the state of the camp and the equipment used by the personnel executing punitive raids on the newly discovered inhabited territories to be annexed to the commander’s rule. A pile of severed heads lies on the back of a wagon. They are devotional tokens from the leader of the shock troopers for the cult of the commandant.
The heads have been collected across several weeks of activity, which means the ones at the bottom of the pile are on the grimy side. The officer of the shock troops, or their leader at any rate, a heavily muscled, deranged pervert bent on killing and raping and not much else, shows off a heavily muscled chest and a tattooed body with representations of violence and lust, though all of it in directed devotion to the commandant (the female symbol of nuclear death within the organization).
He takes stock of his pile and takes a particular attractive woman’s decapitated head in private for self-satisfaction, not unlike a famous serial murderer represented on the Netflix show Mindhunter, who killed, decapitated, and used his mother’s dead face for necrophiliac acts of self-empowerment.
Another shock trooper, this one of Indian descent and identification, called Rajiv, gathers his friends around the fire to tell his exploits of the day. He gleefully recounts how he found a shack with a mother and daughter, both dark as night African descent specimens, how he blew off the mother’s head with gunfire, and then raped and killed the little daughter while telling chicken jokes to his victim. The crowning move of his act was destroying her face against a rock by stomping down hard on the back of her skull.
This, if the reader cares to pay attention, is not unlike what the “liberators of the world”, and those otherwise called “the Allies”, perform, though never admit it, in wars all around the world. Reportedly, this sort of action is even more common and accepted among warring African factions, who delight in the mutilation and torment of civilians among their enemies just for fun. The Indians themselves have, for those who care to inform themselves, gained a reputation for being violent gang rapists, both of tourists and their own women.
The chapter is brought to an end as some rebels attack the encampment, but feebly, gaining them only the ire of the organizational forces. When the offenders are caught, those still alive are dismembered while still alive, after heavy boots have broken their bones.
While the pro-military types like to talk about their wars and engagement rules as honorable, the record of history shows a much more brutal tendency devoid of any sense of honor or consideration. When confronted, the best the would-be honorable pro-war types can say is vae victis.
Sadly, they are not wrong. That is why those who survive shoot to win or join the ranks of decay to survive into the next apocalypse, in hopes that they may fare better for themselves. This may also seem opportunistic, but that is what all the “good guys” and “victims” who are still alive also did.
Take a good look around you.