Reviews for28 Years Later
Rage Against It All!
_Seven–six–eleven–five–nine-an'-twenty mile to-day—_ _Four–eleven–seventeen–thirty-two the day before—_ _Boots–boots–boots–boots–moving up an' down again!_ _There's no discharge in the war!_ _Don't–don't–don't–don't–look at what's in front of you_ _Boots–boots–boots–boots–movin' up an' down again;_ _Men–men–men–men–men go mad with watchin' em_ _Count–count–count–count–the bullets in the bandoliers_ _If–your–eyes–drop–they will get atop of you!_ _Boots--boots--boots--boots--moving up an' down again—_ _There's no discharge in the war!_ _'Taint–so–bad–by–day because o' company_ _But night–brings–long–strings–o' forty thousand million_ _Boots–boots–boots–boots–moving up an' down again_ _I–'ave–marched–six–weeks in Hell and certify_ _It–is–not–fire–devils, dark, or anything_ _But boots–boots–boots–boots–movin' up an' down again_ _Try–try–try–try–to think o' something different—_ _Oh–my–God–keep–me from going lunatic!_ _Boots–boots–boots–boots–moving up an' down again!_ _There's no discharge in the war!_ Rage! Rage against the past! Rage against the coming tide! Fight! Fight! FIGHT! Fight for a future that doesn’t exist, ignoring the present that’s right in front of your eyes, holding on to a past that is filled with nothing but horror. Myth made manifest through repeated drilling. Remembering that past out of fear. Forcing that past into the young. Draw. LOOSE! Draw. LOOSE! Draw. LOOSE! Thud! goes the arrow into the target. Thud! goes the arrow into the infected. Thud! goes the arrow into the man. Don’t worry—it will get easier. They’re not people. They don’t have souls. Every kill is in that past. Don’t worry. Don’t worry… “Aw, look! The angel! You remember the first time you showed me the angel, Dad? We drove near here with the car. We walked until we spotted it rising over the treetops. You said it would stand like this forever, like the pyramids or Stonehenge so when you look at it you're seeing into the future. Do you remember that? Do you? I couldn't have been more than seven or eight. ‘Us two are real life time travelers,’ you said. Fallen into the future. And I got... I got scared! Because I thought you were being serious and we really had. How many hundreds of years have we fallen this time? Is it thousands or more?” A voyage into the unknown, carrying a mother's pains into hell. The wailing of the damned filling the air. Finding peace in a world of unending torment. Finding peace in a place of so much death. Finding peace through that which all must hold onto: love and compassion. As messy and confusing as love is. The love of a father for his son. The love of a mother for her son. The love for an infant birthed into chaos. The love of a child for a world that keeps on turning. Finding peace in the now—the only certainty there is. “There are many kinds of death. Some are better than others. The best are peaceful where we leave each other in love.” “Have faith.”
