Tripoli TV in Tehran decided to do a special program on March 22, 1996, five years before the end of the Gulf War (Hundred Days War). Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt has been five years since the US military occupied the entire territory of Iraq during the Gulf War, and in the past five years, the Americans have invested too much in this Iraq, which is like a black hole of human life.

Toward the end of his first term, President Clinton announced an exciting withdrawal plan. This gave him widespread support from all walks of life in the United States, and almost sealed his election victory.

As for his running opponent, Bob Dole, people don't trust him very much. Even if he made a promise to withdraw his troops, the new president will always have to have a process of familiarizing himself with government affairs. There is a big risk involved, what if he says he doesn't do it? What if he doesn't have the ability to handle the withdrawal?

For newcomers, voters are always accustomed to looking at him with suspicion.

Unlike Clinton, the Soviet Union collapsed during his term of office, and the economic development of the United States in the first term was still stable, and all domestic forces have been smoothed out. And he has proved with his actions that the withdrawal is not a rhetorical campaign campaign, but a plan that is being carried out in an orderly manner.

As for the "" of the Iraqi troops, everyone understands that it is really no wonder that Clinton is really the case, but that Bush, a national thief, should bear this responsibility.

Comrade Clinton is still good in nature.

It is against this background that the director of Tehran's Tripoli TV station made a decision to "bid farewell" to the US military with a wonderful special program.

Undoubtedly, this was a politically charged mission.

Farhard, the documentary filmmaker of the Ministry of Public Information, who received the assignment, was a little worried, and this was not an easy task.

Iran is a former enemy of Iraq, and there are many things that cannot be discussed in too much detail in the filming of this topic.

For example, why did Iraq invade Kuwait? Because the Iran-Iraq war had depleted Iraq's treasury, the issue needed to be downplayed.

On the other hand, the presence of Ali Saddam strengthened the national consciousness of the entire Arab world. Even Iran recognizes Saddam Hussein as a great man, and the holy name Ali of Saddam Hussein was added by Khomeini himself.

In fact, Khomeini also thought very clearly, it is not risky to give the dead the title of honor. Combining Saddam Hussein with Islam is more conducive to winning the favor of the secular and nationalists in the Middle East.

In the Middle East, these two groups of people are basically the whole of the advanced productive forces and the political elite.

Judging from the purpose of this special program, it is obvious that the focus of the director should be on the Gulf War itself, as well as the overall social changes that have taken place in Iraq under the US occupation in the past five years.

After the US military occupied Iraq, it did not have much of a good attitude towards several of Iraq's neighbors. Especially Iran and Syria, the former have a long-standing enmity, and everyone has not liked each other since the beginning of the Iranian revolution. Although Syria seems to have no wind and rain with the US military, it has purchased a large amount of weapons and equipment from China in the past five years, as well as the C3I system, which the Americans are most afraid of, and every year sends a large number of grassroots officers to China's Baoding Army School for training, which makes the CIA's intelligence officers feel a pain in their hearts.

Syria's Fourth Armoured Division includes many former Iraqi Republican Guard officers and soldiers, and its officers are all members of the Arab Baath Socialist Party – Hafez al-Assad himself, by the way, is the general secretary of the Syrian Arab Baath Socialist Party. The Arab Baath Socialist Party is now converging across the Middle East, with Syria at its core and led by Hafez al-Assad.

In this case, the Americans naturally see how Syria is unpleasant. Even if you don't do anything, it's already wrong to breathe.

To put it simply, he is not very pleasing to the American-occupied Iraqi neighbors. Now the U.S. military is about to get out, so the leaders of Tehran are ready to make a good film to breathe a sigh of relief and send the plague god happily.

Director Farhad of course knows this, and the easiest way to do it is to sort out a batch of black materials from the US military.

However, the US military has been stationed in Iraq for five years, and it has already accumulated a basket of black materials. Everyone who is black is too lazy to get black, and people just lie down and let you be black, what results can you get out of hacking? The guns in the hands of American GIs don't care about any black materials.

If you want to do it at a high level, you have to be black out of the level and creativity, and the black ones make Americans have to pay attention to them.

But how can such materials be so easy to find? The incident of the abuse of prisoners by US GIs in Iraq was found out the year before last, but it was very lively for a while. And then what happened: The person concerned was just transferred to a post, and the Iraqi prisoners who were abused and sexually assaulted finally disappeared from the world and did not know what to do.

Looking for news that is darker than this material, Farhad is really at a loss.

Just as he had just finished his fury at his men from the conference room, a female office clerk in charge of distributing documents cautiously knocked on the door of the conference room and reported to him.

"Mr. Farhad, there is a young man looking for you outside the door. He said he had something you're interested in, and he was introduced by Mr. Ahhard. ”

"Is this young man a Syrian?"

"No, he said he was Iraqi. ”

The female clerk thought for a moment and added: "It's a student studying at the Iranian University of Science and Technology. ”

"Well, then I'll meet him. ”

A college student at the Iranian University of Science and Technology, this identity at least shows that he will not be a sensationalist guy and a waste of other people's time.

Farhad had a reception room tidied up, and when he first saw the young Iraqi, he had no special impression.

Thin, but with big eyes and thick eyelashes, it looks like a handsome guy if he grows up and is stronger. But now, he's still a hairy boy.

"Hello, Mr. Farhad. I'm Haider Nuzad, and I've heard you're working on a special episode about the Gulf War. I have something that I hope you can see. ”

Haider, the young Iraqi, said to himself. His appearance is a little reserved and introverted, and his demeanor still retains the cautiousness of coming from a small place.

Without waiting for Farhad to reply, he took the backpack off his shoulder, then unzipped it and took out the contents one by one.

Farhad was about to speak, but suddenly stopped. He had seen many people, and even more so young people like Heider, who could read a thing or two about their mental activity by their facial expressions.

Haider was not a man of deep urban affairs, and Farhad easily understood his psychology.

Reverent.

Haider was full of reverence for what he was holding.

His facial expression was solemn, and his gaze was slightly lowered. The hands are steady and strong, but the movements are careful and slow, the body is motionless, and the breath is long.

The first thing Haider brought out was a handful of dirt wrapped in a turban. The soil is grayish-yellow, but there is some mud in the middle, which seems to have a reddish-brown tinge, and I don't know if it is contaminated with any liquid.

The second item that comes out is a book manuscript? Maybe a book manuscript. Farhad was a little unsure, it was probably sixty pages long, and the front half was all yellowed printer paper. A variety of papers began to appear, including letterhead with horizontal stripes, math paper with checks, and a bill for collecting taxes. In the last few pages, there are even leaflets with English letters, and the leaflets are printed with Saddam's face.

Finally, there is a worn-out Walkman recorder, which has been discontinued since the introduction of the MP3 by Xinke, and all that can be bought now is second-hand old goods.

"Kid, it looks like you're a person with a story. ”

Farhad looked at the three things with a keen eye, wondering what connection they might have.

"It's not about me. ”

Heider shook his head, swallowed, and said.

"If you want to understand the story behind them, you have to start five years ago. ”

Heider gently pressed the play button on his Walkman, and the first sound was a distorted electronic sound and silence of the tape, and it was not until a dozen seconds later that the normal sound gradually appeared.

It was a muffled suddenness, and if you listened closely, the details of it were repeated, something stirring in the air.

This is the propeller of a helicopter!

The veteran Farhad discerned the source of the sound.

At the same time, Heider began to tell the story behind these things.

......

The lonely lamp is like a bean.

The American-led multinational force has indiscriminately bombed Iraq's infrastructure, and the village's electricity has long been cut off.

People lit this oil lamp again, and even this primitive gadget is now unable to meet the needs of many people. Saddam Hussein rubbed his eyes, and the pen in his hand wrote another paragraph on the back of the leaflet.

This kind of wanted warrant for Saddam Hussein is now the most common printed material in the whole of Iraq, and it is basically guaranteed that every Iraqi can be assigned one or two sheets.

He has been recuperating in this small village for half a month, and he has always had a premonition that his life is coming to an end. I just don't know if the Americans want to capture him alive or just blow him up. So he has been writing hard these days, writing down the lessons learned from his years in politics and his thoughts on the future of Iraq.

It was not early, and the little boy who was accompanying him beside him had fallen asleep on the table before he knew it. He was about to write another paragraph and rest, when he suddenly heard the faint sound of rotors cutting through the air in the sky.

An old Iraqi lady wrapped in a floral headscarf pushed the door open in a panic, and Iraqi women in Saddam's era were not in the habit of wearing black burqas. The old lady had a frightened expression on her face, and she was frightened at the sight of it.

She shouted loudly, "Hurry, go away, Mr. President, Americans!"

It's the last moment, Saddam Hussein realized this, and then stood up calmly. He handed the manuscript to the old lady, and gave the pen in his hand to the little boy who was awakened.

"Give this to the Baath members. Child, the pen is given to you, study hard, and the future of Iraq depends on you. Okay, get out of the tunnel! It's dangerous, don't come out!"

With that, he took out a pistol and pulled the bolt to load. Then he carefully tidied up his clothes and strode out.

The wind of the helicopter's rotors ruffled his hair and clothes, and the light of the searchlights made him unable to open his eyes. He raised his hand to block the light, and there was a click of gunfire and hoarse "handsup!" on the other side.

"Kids, are you here to kill me? Saddam's English was very good, and he was sure that the other party understood, "So, let me ask, what crime did I commit that made you pay so much to kill me?"

"Because you're a criminal, an executioner, a liar, a dictator!" replied in a somewhat stiff voice, which he shouldn't have answered.

"Then son, can you put your hand on the Bible and repeat your words again!" no one answered this time, only a muffled "shut up" and the simultaneous sound of the butt of a gun.

Saddam Hussein laughed silently, looked up at the sky, and spoke out loud in Arabic and English.

"No aggressor can judge me!"

After speaking, he calmly raised the gun, aimed at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

The next day, when the sun's rays tore through the night sky, the old woman, who had been hiding in the tunnel all night, cautiously walked out.

There was nothing in front of his house, only a dark red pool of blood on the ground not far from the door. The old woman wept silently, and she fell on her knees, kneeled, spread her hands, and bowed to the ground.

Then she tore off her turban and carefully took the blood-stained puddle of dirt into her turban and wrapped it. Then put it in his arms, along with Saddam's manuscript.

......

With Heider's story, the tape recorder has come to an end after the first few repetitions.

Probably because of the microphone orientation and distance, this recording is a bit unclear.

However, in the second half of the audio, the recorder seems to crawl back to get the tape recorder that fell to the ground, and point the microphone back in the direction of Saddam, and the sound becomes much clearer.

“...... In the Bible, say it again?"

"Shut up, you son of a bitch!"

(Butt slamming)

(continuous bullet loading sound)

"Dictator! Lay down your arms! I command you to lay down your arms!"

...... "No aggressor can judge me!"

(Arabic)

"No, any aggressor can judge me......"

(English)

A gunshot rang out, and Farhad's body shook, and he didn't need to judge to know that it was the sound of a pistol bullet. This was followed by a crackling sound like fried beans, the sound of crockpots shattering and small objects breaking near the recorder, and then the sound of fried beans quickly stopped.

Then there was a shouting and scolding from the US commander outside: "Who told you to fire!"

"The boss wants to live!"

(Boots kicking)

"Now that he's dead, what should I do?"

Silence (sound of pistol bullets).

"Listen, Saddam Hussein tried to resist the capture at the end......"

Click! The sound is cut off here.

The tape stopped, and Farhad, the notoriously ruthless documentary filmmaker, burst into tears.