That time I got reincarnated as the president of a superpower

Laying the Foundations

30 October, 1962.

Republic of Cuba, Small village near Havana.

The sound of rotors could be heard overhead... The missiles that used to streak into the sky whenever jets passed by, have long been silence... There is nothing standing between us and the Americans...

A single rifle company had been guarding the main road of our village, having set up an Anti-Tank position watching the vital road... But a few hours ago, even those had left...

But even so, my foolish parents decide to resist anyway, no matter how much I beg them to stop...

"For fucks sake dad! You have a hunting rifle and they have bombers, helicopters and machine guns! Why are you doing this?!" I shouted as tears ran down my face... The sound of rotors closing in almost drowned away my shouts...

"Benita, go with your mother... She'll take care of you." My mother tried to drag me away as my father said that, but I was no little girl anymore, and managed to resist her... I ran towards my father and grabbed his arm: "Please! Come with me and mother!"

Gunshots could be heard outside. First the familiar shots of old hunting rifles, and then the rapid return fire of the American machine guns... It seems some of my neighbours have the same idea as father.

As my father heard the gunshots, he became enraged... He threw me away, and I landed against one of the walls, all the air pushed from my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, my father stepped out of the door... I wanted to shout, but I couldn't... By the time I catched my breath, he was gone... And I quickly ran after him, my mom shouting behind me.

When I got on the street, it was as if I had stepped into hell itself. There was shouting everyone, and helicopters rotated overhead, firing their machineguns into buildings. The few people who tried to resist the American airmobile troops were massacred.

I ran down the street hoping to find my father... As I did, everything moved by in slow motion... Above me, a pair of helicopters flew by overhead. The soldiers inside shouting at each other... As I continued to run down the street. I passed a single policecar in the middle of the road... The lights on as if responding to a call. The driver's door was hanging open... A single body in blue hanging on it... Still a pistol in hand, as if he wanted to tell the Americans: "I am still here... I am not dead yet!"

But he was..

As I continued to run down the streets I had grown up in, tears were dripping from my eyes... Why? Why was this happening to us? As I continued to run down the streets, I saw a single dog cowering in an allyway. It looked at me with pleading eyes, as if it hoped I would save it from this battle... But I turned my gaze away, continuing to look for my father.

And I continued to run... Ignoring the sound of gunfire, the sound of helicopters and the sound of shouting in both languages... There was only one thing on my mind, one thing in the entire world... My father... I had to find him!

Only five minutes had passed since I had passed since I had left the house... Only five minutes since Father had left the house... But in a battle, five minutes are a lifetime, and a lifetime just five minutes. I turned around a corner... At the end of the street, a group of American infantrymen were aiming their rifles towards me...

Then I noticed the bodies on the ground... The cobblestone streets had turned into a pool of blood: "Halt! Hands in the air!" My neighbours... I recognized the bodies... The faces... All dead... "Does the Bitch not know English?!" Then I noticed... The old hunting rifle belonging to my dad.

I remember how he used to teach me how to shoot... How we would go hunting together... I felt my face getting wet as I thought about it... I remembered everything about my dad... I remembered how he would save up for weeks to buy my birthday presents... I remember the snoring when he went to sleep, I remembered his favorite food... "Just ignore her! She's just a teenager! And she's unarmed!"