In a message dated 7/21/2001 10:03:28 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
<< I googled "Garabaldi Redshits", came up with nada. Please explain
Garabaldi's Redshits, Spud. spike >>
National Leader Garabaldi led the movement against the monarchists with his
plucky team of redshirts (not to be confused with Mussolini's balckshirts).
You will probably have to go to a historical website.
Calling on the Italians of Montevideo, Garibaldi formed the Italian Legion in
1843, whose black flag represented Italy in mourning while the volcano at its
center symbolized the dormant power in their homeland. It was in Uruguay that
the legion first sported the red shirts, obtained from a factory in
Montevideo which had
intended to export them to the slaughter houses of Argentina. It was to
become the symbol of Garibaldi and his followers. The formation of his force
of volunteers, his mastery of the techniques of guerilla warfare, his
opposition to Brazilian and Argentinean imperialism, and his victories in the
battles of Cerro and Sant'Antonio in 1846 not only assured the freedom of
Uruguay but made him and his followers heroes in Italy and Europe. The fate
of his patria continued to preoccupy Garibaldi.
I went into the Corso with some friends; it was filled with citizens and
military. The carriage was stopped by the crowd near Doria palace; the
lancers of Garibaldi galloped along in full career. I longed for Sir Walter
Scott to be on earth again,
and see them; all are light, athletic, resolute figures many of the forms of
the finest manly beauty of the South, all sparkling with its genius and
ennobled by the resolute spirit, ready to dare, to do, to die..(pp.412-413).
They had all put on the beautiful dress of the Garibaldi legion, the tunic of
bright red cloth, the Greek cap, or else round hat with Puritan plume. Their
long hair was blown back from resolute faces; all looked full of courage.
They had counted the cost before they had entered on this perilous struggle;
they had weighed life and all its material advantages against liberty, and
made their election; they turned not back, nor flinched, at this bitter
crisis. I saw the wounded, all that could go, laden upon their baggage cars;
some were already pale and fainting, still they wished to go. I saw many
youths, born to rich inheritance, carrying in a handkerchief all their
worldly goods. The women were ready; their eyes, too, were resolved, if sad.
The wife of Garibaldi followed him on horseback. He himself was distinguished
by the white tunic; his look was entirely that of a hero of the Middle Ages,
- his face still young, for the excitements of his life, though so many, have
all been youthful, and there is no fatigue upon his brow or
Loose the google, embrace altavista.
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