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

<passage>:
BERET By TOM PURDOM 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 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 Kidnap. " Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his 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 A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward, covering their retreat. The other inspector carried a light machine gun and a box of 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 "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 "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 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 Twice he nearly got expelled for picking fights with smaller men. Rather than resign, he accepted punishment which assigned him to 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 the arrest. He liked the Corp and he liked being in the Corp. He went where they sent him and did what they told him to do. "Here comes our escort," Read said. "Don't be certain, corporal. All these strong-arm movements are 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. big rifle fired twice. Read saw the Belderkan cars scatter. 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. "Hit the floor," Rashid said. They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and 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." "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 "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 recruits complained. "That's the way this world is. You people with the weak stomachs better get used to it." "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 machine guns, all the terrifying noise of war. But since his eighteenth year he had done everything his superiors told him to 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. 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. "Well, corporal, how are you?" "How do you think they'll treat us?" 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? 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. 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. 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 "Is that Read?" 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 "Read, you've got to. I think you're the only—" "What?" Guns clattered. Bullets cracked. "Sergeant Rashid! Answer me." He heard nothing but the lonely passage of the bullets in the mist. 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.

<question>:
Which statement best describes how Read changes throughout the story?

<options>:
A He became much less of an individual and more of a pawn for the UN.
B He overcame his cowardly ways to act for the good of his mission.
C He remains the self-serving person he was when the story started.
D He got cocky and made his own decisions without listening to Sergeant Rashid.

<answer>:

B