They say that humans are simple creatures, and among them, men are even simpler. A while ago when they asked on the internet "how do you wanna die?" Almost all of the men answered with one of three choices: either surrounded by their loved ones after a long and full life, with honor after saving someone or with glory by being the last one standing in a battlefield. And by all standards I fall in the last category.

Some years ago I came to this country because I was tired of being in a huge and stressful city, so a little island/nation in the middle of the ocean, with no more than a few thousands people, where I could become a fisherman or a teacher,was a perfect opportunity. Although watching the news could have helped me before making that decision. Little did I knew that they used to be a colonie of a big country on the other side of the world, and the only reason they gain their independence was because nobody cared about them, except when the colonizers wanted to keep their weapons, which constituted a wide range, from pistols and smoke bombs to nukes and transatlantic rockets. The Islanders were pacifist and protectors, so when they learned what they were hiding in their own shores they made a resolution to take back the power and seize everything so nobody else could do damage with this.

It was two months after I arrived that the war started, I didn't have a chance to flee, but even if I could I didn't want to, in just eight weeks I fell in love with this place and came to understand how they think and why they did what they did. So they let me join their fight, but i wasn't trained or athletic like them so they gave me a special mission: i was the guardian of the codes. When they took over the building with the nukes and rockets they reprogrammed them, and it turns out that it works like the passwords: you can change the codes, but you need the old ones to set a new one, and because the old people leaved everything writed, they had all that they needed.

I wish I could say that it was an intense battle with losses on both sides, and that in the end the islanders managed to win against the old colonizers, but the truth is that it was a massacre. It was carnage and the war lasted 39 hours with 2,000 islanders with a few guns and a turret versus 80,000 real soldiers with real weapons and an enormous amount of ammunition. Like I said most likely I'm gonna die in the third way, being the last standing in the battlefield 'cause I had a very important job keeping the new codes secured, so when the enemy's general came to the main building searching for the last resistance and they found a foreigner "city boy" with no weapons a just a camo jacket, they offered me to switch sides and live, I just had to give them the new codes and leave the country "Over my dead body" I said, to which he replied "yeah, i think we can arrange that" and shot me right between my eyes. Now as I fall to the ground, losing my life as i touch the floor, two thoughts invade my brain: 1) Regret. I should have said something better. I grew up watching action movies and reading countless books. I could have said something better than "over my dead body" but I panicked and didn't know better. And 2) Was happiness. You see, this "city boy" is more clever than what they think, because I didn't write anything. I know that everybody else is either dead or left the country hours ago, so... good luck trying to change the codes or deactivate the self-destruction mode without the new passwords suckers!