Saddam'd death

Saddam’s Death
Sardar Aziz
At six o’clock of the day before that last day of the year 2006. Saddam Hussein was executed. He was wearing a black thick coat, handcuffed and supported by two young Iraqi guys wearing balaclava. They had a chat for a moment; they were trying to explaining to him something. I wonder what his last concern was. What was going through his mind? Was he saying; I have sent so many people to this fate now it is my turn.
One thing was surprising; he was willing to go on the stage and without any resistance, easily they put a black colour scarf around his neck. That was the last moment before his execution. Saddam himself liked to be shot. He was regarding himself a solder and he expected to be treated like a solder or as he liked to call it a fighter. To be fighter was his quixotic dream that he never achieved. There were numerous pictures, paintings, and video clips of him; carrying a gun, shooting on the air, exposing with a sword, ridding a horse. But all of these were nothing but a quixotic wish.
When Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra wrote the Adventure of Don Quixote de la Mancha, many things might come through his mind but not a man who one day tries to imitate his protagonist. Cervantes writes when he try to introduce his hero; his judgment being completely obscure, he was seized with one of the strangest fancies that ever entered the head of any madman; this was a belief that it behoved him, as well for advancement of his glory as the service man of his country, to become a knight-errant and traverse the world armed and mounted, in quest of adventure.
And also like Don Quixote he liked exposing himself to danger which, being surmounted, might secure to him eternal glory and renown.

These strange fancies might also explain why when he was loser and defeated in every war and adventure he did, but he was continuously claiming he was the one with victory. He was obsessed with notion of victory, but he was practically only victorious when he was gassing children, elderly and women. I saw his aircrafts bombing and killing horses and donkeys in the vicinity of my village in Kurdistan it was a successful operation they manage to kill all the animals, which was without any doubt a victorious mission.

Saddam was born nearly seventy years ago in a village near his home town Tikrit. He changed later on the name of that city to Saladin. After the name of the Kurdish Muslim fighter who defeated the Crusaders many centuries ago. He dreamed to be associated with him. He had no biological father or better to say was not known. He grow up in street and bought his pistol when he was a barley teenager, only fourteen.
When he joined the Baath Party, the party with a quixotic dream to unify the Arab land, his only contribution was always ready to kill. Seems the killing and assassination was the only way the party conducted to deal with its oppositions. Therefore after a short time Saddam became a distinguished person and his star was rising.
When he came to power through a coup he was helped by the West. During his reign he was darling of the West. They armed him, supported him, they were blind and deaf toward his crimes. It is no surprise today they are opposing his execution. Such an act was like a salt on a wound, it was an insult for those many dark dressed mothers who got the body of their sons and daughters and they charged them for the cost of the execution.
When the Special Ops guys found a dirty bearded man at the bottom of un unguarded spider hole just outside Tikrit on 2003. He was Armed with AK47 and sack $750000 in hundred dollar bills, that was Saddam Hussein. It was a weekend when Paul Bremer uttered his famous phrase, “We got him”.