My life as Mussolini

I stared into the faces of the crowd; they looked enraged and vengeful. I guess I had part expected this I knew I had upset a lot of people in my lifetime, and expected this day to come but maybe not quite so soon. The angry mob was getting closer and as it got closer I realized I was the one who had brought my rapid death upon my lady companion and me. As they drew to mere feet away I thought back on what events had brought me here:
I didn’t have that strange of an upbringing I was born into low class, as many of the population were, I had good parents, hardworking and loving. My father was a blacksmith, so we were a little better off than our neighbors were but not by much. My father was also a socialist which had a lot to do with my views on how the country should actually been run, that was before I became, and I will admit it, a little corrupt.
When I was young man I had my first taste of a job when I was about eighteen years of age, I worked as a bricklayer. On my very first ...