[ WP ] The hero has saved the day.And it was a big mistake .

Blood-soaked and sweaty, the guerilla stood over the generalissimo. In the war room of the last stronghold of Qwarezm, he finally had the dictator at hand. All he needed was to shoot him, and the war would be over. The generalissimo did not seem scared of his impending death. He spoke with a deep baritone voice, unshaken. 
 
 `` Where are you from, soldier?'' 
 
 `` No talk, tyrant.'' 
 
 `` What does it matter? I will die today. You do not look like the typical rabble that rises up against my government. For one thing, you are white. For another, you speak English.'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` And why are you here in my country, fighting the progress we are bringing?'' 
 
 `` Progress? Your soldiers have murdered and massacred thousands, millions of innocent civilians. Your own people. You have stifled democracy, destroyed the political opposition, ruined the economy with your ridiculous attempts at industrialization.'' He felt stronger with each accusation. `` Our forces are fighting for freedom. For liberty. For self-determination. This country shall choose its own leader. Your prisons that were once full of thought criminals will be emptied.'' 
 
 The guerilla looked down upon the generalissimo, expecting a look of defeat, but saw only a smile. A smirk. There was a long pause, and the guerilla kept staring into the smug, know-it-all grin of the general. 
 
 `` Have you ever wondered why the capital was so hard to take for your'forces'? Have you ever wondered who my supporters are?'' 
 
 `` Your supporters are coerced.'' 
 
 `` I assure you, they are not. They feel a certain pressure to support me, certainly. But that pressure is not created by me. In the capital, it is the college students who support me. Especially women. Women who will lose all their rights when your'freedom fighters' come in and take away their freedoms. 
 
 When my regime overthrew the king, we found a country with a literacy rate of 2 percent. We raised it. We had to. Because we found a world where the West was dominant. In a world with a dominant, industrial, capitalist West, the only way to join the club was to become industrial, capitalist and Westernized. How could we compete without educating our people? Educating our people creates demands for freedom. So now, our universities are full of students. Last year was the year we finally had more graduates from engineering school than from the madrasa. 
 
 All you saw on your cacophonous shouting programs that you call news was cases of torture. Did they tell you how much we raised the GDP of our country? How many people we lifted from poverty? The slave markets we closed down? The welfare systems we created? The sectarian violence we stopped, the same sects that are now closing in on this stronghold.'' 
 
 The guerilla could feel his grip on the gun loosening a bit. The generalissimo could sense it, and laughed. 
 
 `` And now here you are.'' 
 
 `` Talk all you want, General. You wo n't change my mind.'' The word felt as hollow as they sounded. 
 
 The generalissimo laughed even harder now. 
 
 `` I do not intend to change your mind. I simply wish to have a nice conversation before you inevitably shoot me. We are surrounded. When the rebels overrun this base, they will immediately set up a new government. They will execute all the professors in the universities. They will rape all women who are uncovered. They will take all the children of all of my soldiers, and reopen the slave markets with them. And they will find every. Single. Foreigner. Who did not fight with them. No matter what you do, you have to shoot me, in order to get out of here alive, and to go back to where you came from...'' 
 
 `` Michigan.'' 
 
 `` It's lovely this time of year. I studied there.'' 
 
 The Generalissimo hummed an American folk tune and closed his eyes, and waved the guerilla away, as if to say the conversation was over. The guerilla could hear the angry shouts outside. The rebel unit he was with was closing in. 
 
 He raised his gun, and executed the generalissimo. 

