Word: carabinieri
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Rome one night last week armored cars clattered through the streets to the Quirinal Palace and heavily armed carabinieri doubletimed to the piazza in front of Crown Prince Umberto's spreading, magnificent home. The common man ran for cover; he did not want to be caught in the middle of a shooting scrape. Actually there was no shooting: it was just more protection for Umberto after a series of antimonarchy demonstrations by the hotheaded, leftish Republican Youth Movement...
...faced examiners, strode Peter Koch (an assistant to Rome's chief of police Pietro Caruso), handcuffed but smiling. He took his place behind the wooden rail of the prisoner's dock. His tall figure with its small, cruel head was momentarily silhouetted against the light as the carabinieri removed his handcuffs. Koch let his gaze wander with an air of unconcerned, conscious superiority over the crowd. The characteristic twist on the left side of his mouth seemed to mock the spectators...
Koch: "Why worry? That's my business and I am calm." Turning to Rospigliosi, Koch added: "Come and see me this afternoon in jail. Have a good lunch. Sorry I can't lunch with you. I must stay with these gentlemen." (He pointed at the carabinieri.) Late that evening Koch saw his fiancee, Tamara, who broke down and wept...
...warm spring night, a lovely night for a stroll. As the Marquis sauntered serenely down the quiet street, two alert carabinieri passed. They sniffed. The rare and mouth-watering fragrance of the Marquis' cigaret was unmistakably American. The carabinieri exchanged an eloquent look, and strode after the Marquis. It is a black-market offense for an Italian in Rome to possess American or British cigarets. Sure enough, the carabinieri found two packs of Chesterfields in the Marquis' pockets. Into the pokey he went, for the night...
Howled the crowd: "Death to the King! Death to Roatta!" An angry column, some 2,000 strong, stormed out of Colosseum Square to the square before the Quirinale. Carabinieri, rifles ready, barred the way. Cried the demonstrators: "Down with the carabinieri" Stones thudded against flesh. Mounted troops pushed back the mob. A machine gun, aimed into the air, chattered ominously. In the scuffle, grenades exploded...