A Che who , like any ordinary communist politician , had never killed anyone ; a Che who had survived his guerrilla adventures , and was today an elderly figure , administering some grim bureaucracy for Fidel Castro or , alternatively , writing books at home in Argentina , surrounded by his anti-communist grandchildren--a Che like that would cause no stir at all today , and writers around the world would not be straining their brains to draw ever finer distinctions between the man 's calamitous influence and some undefinable greatness .
Che was killed by a truck .