Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
It's not so much the decisions a man does make that mark him as a Man—but the ones he refrains from making. Like the decision "I've had enough!" Illustrated by Schoenherr Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed you'll excuse me, I must return to my party." In the other room people laughed and talked. Glasses clinked in the late afternoon. Read knew two armed men stood just outside "Let's be off," Rashid said. The door lock snapped as they went out the window. Two men with rifles plunged into the gas sighing, they fell to the floor in a catatonic trance. will happen at the Game Preserve." Read wanted to jump out of the car. He could die any minute. But he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off until they reached Geneva. "They don't know who's coming," he said. "They don't make them tough enough to stop this boy." Staring straight ahead, he didn't see the sergeant smile. order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read was the second type. A tall, lanky Negro he had spent his school days in one of the the young spent their days with gangs, sex, television and alcohol. What else was there? Those who could have told him neither studied nor taught at his schools. What he saw on the He had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. "Nobody fools with me," he bragged. "When Harry Read's out, there's a tiger running loose." No one knew how many times he nearly ran from other clubs, how carefully he picked the safest spot on the For the first time in his life, his father said something about his ambitions. The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened Rather than resign, he accepted punishment which assigned him to weeks of dull, filthy extra labor. He hated the restrictions and the iron fence of regulations. He hated boredom, loneliness and isolation. And yet he responded with enthusiasm. They had given him a job. A job many people considered important. I'm lazy and I like excitement." One power implied in the UN Charter no Secretary General or Inspector General had ever tried to use. The power to arrest any He began a propaganda war against neighboring South Africa, promising the liberation of that strife-torn land. Most Negro leaders, having just won representation in the South African Parliament, told him to liberate his own country. They believed they could use their first small voice in the government to win true freedom for their people. But the radio assault and the arms buildup continued. Early in investigation by the UN. They had made no plans to take over Miaka. They planned to get there before it could be defended. "Evade," Rashid said. "Don't go down." Without losing any forward speed, the driver took them straight up. Read's stomach bounced. unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him. I can't do anything , Read thought. The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel. There were three technicians in the station and no passengers. All three panicked when the psycho gas enveloped them. They ran howling for the jungle. "Man, get us out of here!" The booth door shut. When it opened, they were at the Game battles or after atomic attacks. He had laughed when other recruits complained. "That's the way this world is. You people with the weak stomachs better get used to it." He heard the screams of the wounded, the crack of rifles and machine guns, all the terrifying noise of war. But since his eighteenth year he had done everything his superiors told him to do. He started crawling toward an easy-chair that looked like good might be the only real test he would ever face. He heard a shout in rapid French. He turned to his right. Men in red loincloths ran zigzagging toward the station. They carried beyond the gas, some of them turned and ran for their own lines. In a moment only half a dozen masked men still advanced. The inspectors fired a long, noisy volley. When they stopped only four attackers remained on their feet. And they were running for cover. The attackers had come straight up a road that led from the Game Preserve to the station. They had not expected any resistance. The UN men had already taken over the station, chased out the they had met the Belderkans with a dozen grenades and sent them scurrying for cover. The fight so far had been vicious but disorganized. But the Belderkans had a few hundred men and knew they had wrecked the transmitter controls. The first direct attack had been repulsed. They could attack many more times and continue to spray the building with bullets. They then try to save ourselves. Once he's gone, I think we ought to surrender." "How do you think they'll treat us?" "That we'll have to see." "We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry." Rashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to the pound of his heart. What were the Belderkans planning? A mass frontal attack? To sneak in over the top of the hill? He didn't think, anymore than a rabbit thinks when it lies hiding from the fox or a panther thinks when it crouches on a branch above the trail. His skin tightened and relaxed on his body. "They know we don't have any big weapons," Read said. "They know we have only gas grenades and small arms." He looked nervously from side to side. They couldn't bring the copter in with that thing squatting out there. masks couldn't filter. Read shut his eyes. All around him he heard heavy breathing, mumbled comments, curses. Clothes rustled as men moved restlessly. devotion to peace had no limits. Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good enough for the UN they only rejected men whose loyalties might conflict with their duties. But an assault on the tank required something more than a hunger for self-respect. watched their escort charge three-to-one odds. He had seen another inspector stay behind at Miaka Station. And here, in this building, lay battered men and dead men. All UN inspectors. All part of his life. And he was part of their life. Their blood, their sacrifice, and pain, had become a part of him. "I'll take a cocktail, Sarge." "Who else did you expect?" "Nobody. Anybody else?" "I'll go," the Frenchman said. "Three should be enough. Give us a didn't zigzag. Speed counted most here. Gunfire shook the hill. The Belderkans couldn't see them but they Listen to him. What's he got, a sprained ankle? But he didn't feel any pain. He closed his eyes and threw himself onto his stomach. And nearly fainted from pain. He screamed and quivered. The pain stopped. He stretched out his hands, gripping the wine bottles, and inched forward. Pain stabbed him from stomach to knee. He heard nothing but the lonely passage of the bullets in the mist. He just had to stand up and drop the bottle down the gun barrel. That was all—with a broken hip and a wounded right arm. He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the complicated politics of Africa, about crowded market streets. He decided something in the world was more important than himself, but he didn't know it or realize the psychologists would be surprised to see him do this. He had made many decisions in the last few minutes. He had ceased to think about them or anything else. the neck. He didn't feel them. He had fainted the moment he felt the bottle leave his hand.

<question>:
How did Read's parents feel about his work with the UN?

<options>:
A They were thankful he finally did something important with his life.
B They were thankful he did not go to trade school.
C They were upset he wanted to leave the United States for work.
D They were surprised by his choice but did not keep them from going.

<answer>:

C