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

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BERET By TOM PURDOM It's not so much the decisions a man does make that mark decision "I've had enough!" Illustrated by Schoenherr Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed Premier Umluana the warrant. "I don't know your language," Rashid said. in court." Read clicked off the safety. "Corporal Read is very young," Rashid said, "but he's a crack shot. That's why I brought him with me. I think he likes to shoot, too." Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the sergeant's upraised hand before it collided with his neck. "Help! Kidnap. " Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his shoulders. Read pulled a flat grenade from his vest pocket. He dropped it and yellow psycho gas hissed from the valve. "Let's be off," Rashid said. The door lock snapped as they went out the window. Two men with rifles plunged into the gas catatonic trance. A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward, covering their retreat. grenades. "I better cover," he said. "Thanks," Rashid said. The inspector slid out of the car and ran to a clump of bushes. The driver pushed in the accelerator. As they swerved toward the that rose before them. "Is he all right?" the driver asked. "I don't think I hurt him." Rashid took a syrette from his vest pocket. "Well, Read, it looks like we're in for a fight. In a few minutes Miaka Station will know we're coming. And God knows what 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 "Don't you like America, Harry? Do you "I don't want that," Read said. "Here comes our escort," Read said. he's alike. I'll bet Umluana's lieutenants are hoping he'll become a dead legend. Then they can become live conquerors." Sergeant Rashid came from Cairo. He had degrees in science and history from Cambridge but only the Corp gave him work that satisfied his conscience. He hated war. It was that simple. Rashid turned his head. He waved frantically. The two men in the other car waved back. "Shall I duck under the trees?" the driver asked. Suddenly machine-gun bullets cracked and whined beside him. "Evade," Rashid said. "Don't go down." Without losing any forward speed, the driver took them straight up. Read's stomach bounced. and saw a long crack in the roof. "Hit the floor," Rashid said. They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him. I can't do anything , Read thought. crawled in waves down his own back. Another explosion, this time very loud. Rashid raised his eyes above the seat and looked out the rear window. "Two left. Keep down, Read." "Can't we go down?" Read said. "They'll get to Miaka before us." He shut his eyes when he heard another loud explosion. Sergeant Rashid looked out the window again. He swore bitterly in English and Egyptian. Read raised his head. The two cars behind slowed down, then crashed through the glass walls and hovered by the transmitter booth. Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana. The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel. fire on the largest car. "Now, I can shoot back," he said. "Now we'll see what they do." "Are you ready, Rashid?" yelled the driver. "Man, get us out of here!" inspector lay behind an overturned couch. Read had seen dozens of training films taken during actual battles or after atomic attacks. He had laughed when other with the weak stomachs better get used to it." the blood he deposited on the floor. "Did you get Umluana?" he asked Sergeant Rashid. "He's in the booth. What's going on?" Rashid's Middle East Oxford seemed more clipped than ever. "Can we get out of here?" "They machine-gunned the controls." Rashid swore. "You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those men." He heard the screams of the wounded, the crack of rifles and spread through the building. They could see anyone who tried to rush them but the besiegers couldn't pick out targets. Above the noise, he heard Rashid. Read surveyed his sector of fire. About two hundred yards to his ditch. He dropped another grenade beside it. The heavy gas would lie there for hours. Sergeant Rashid ran crouched from man to man. He did what he could to shield the wounded. "How do you think they'll treat us?" doesn't get here on time, I've got a man filling wine bottles with gasoline." "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? from the fox or a panther thinks when it crouches on a branch OUR PREMIER, WE WILL DESTROY YOU. Read shut his eyes. All around him he heard heavy breathing, mumbled comments, curses. Clothes rustled as men moved restlessly. But already the voice of Sergeant Rashid resounded in the murky room. "We've got to knock that thing out before the copter comes. Otherwise, he can't land. I have six Molotov cocktails here. Who wants to go hunting with me?" For two years Read had served under Sergeant Rashid. To him, the sergeant was everything a UN inspector should be. Rashid's devotion to peace had no limits. Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good Read had seen the inspector who covered their getaway. He had pain, had become a part of him. "I'll take a cocktail, Sarge." "Is that Read?" "Who else did you expect?" "Nobody. Anybody else?" Rashid snapped orders. He put the German inspector in charge of Umluana. Read, the Frenchman and himself, he stationed at thirty-foot intervals along the floor. "Remember," Rashid said. "We have to knock out that gun." Read had given away his machine gun. He held a gas-filled bottle in each hand. His automatic nestled in its shoulder holster. Rashid whistled. Dozens of smoke grenades tumbled through the air. Thick mist engulfed the tank. Read stood up and ran forward. He crouched but Sarge. " "I'm hit, too," Rashid said. "Don't stop if you can move." Listen to him. What's he got, a sprained ankle? But he didn't feel any pain. He closed his eyes and threw himself "What?" Guns clattered. Bullets cracked. "Sergeant Rashid! Answer me." He heard nothing but the lonely passage of the bullets in the 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

<question>:
How does Read feel about Rashid?

<options>:
A Read thinks Rashid is a very special man.
B Read thinks Sergeant Rashid is the ideal UN soldier. Rashid is completely devoted to world peace at any cost.
C Read thinks Rashid is weak because Rashid wants to help the wounded.
D Read thinks Rashid is crazy for using Molotov cocktails.

<answer>:

B