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Mio nono me contava che lui che lavorava nella bakery delle caserme el conoseva un pochi de lori (americani e inglesi) ..... e me ricordo che el me contava che certi in gruppi de cerini "stranamente" el ga visto 2 3 de lori che iera inglesi con addosso quelle divise la .... mi ve riporto ... ma gari i eventi e la memoria lo ga tradido ma no el ga mai cambiado version ..... ma credo de poder affermar che sti "sospeti" verso varie direzioni dimostra che la cosa comunque ga avudo unsviluppo con spinte provenienti da varie parti ..... la politica xe l'arte dell'imposibile.
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:evil:Meccanico, quel che segue e` la mia traduzioni di un articolo che e` apparso nel giornale delle truppe Americani in Trieste che si chamava, mi pare, The Blue Devil. Forse avra un po da fare con gli eventi del 3 Novembre, visto che quei tempi furono un po critiche nella storia della citta. E stato inviatomi per il tramite di un amico Americano che ha visto il mio appello per storie dalle truppe anglo/americani che erano in Trieste allora.
E un ex-sergente Haston Presnell.
I was there at the time as a Platoon Sergeant in L Co and we were having demonstrations every day. My Platoon was training in mob control and we were living in town in various buildings and were supposed to be a show of force. When I heard of some people being killed during the confrontation you talked about we were living in the AMG Building on canvas cots and actually training in the parking area during the day. I have looked through all the stuff I have and one article from the Blue Devil (I think) is close to that date and might give you some indication of what was happening at that time. After fifty + years it is hard for me to remember the details. I apologize for the condition of the article but it was scotch taped in one of my photo albums.
Haston

Carri armati del Tito avanzano verso la citta`
mentre giovani attaccano la Missione Jugoslava.

Da Charles (illegibile)
Trieste, 14 Ottobre (UP) (n.d.r. si tratta del 1953 qui)

Violenti rissi sono scoppiati in Trieste stasera e unita` dell’esercito Jugoslavo muniti con carri-armati Americani si sono avanzati verso questo Territorio Libero cosi tormentato dalla crisi tra l’Italia e la Jugoslavia. Migliai di dimostranti hanno combattuti nel cuore di questa citta`porto. Giovani Italiani gridando “morte a Tito” hanno devastato gli uffici commerciali dalla Missione Jugoslava.
Moltissimi persone hanno sofferte lividi e feriti minori nella prima violenza visto qui dopo la decisione Anglo-Americano di ritornare la Zona ‘A’ di Trieste all’Italia. Squadre volante della polizia hanno arrestato alcuni dei dimostratori mentre cercavano la dispersione della folle.
Questo correspondente ha attraversato la frontiere Jugoslava un po piu tardi e ha visto carri-armati Patton, di costruzione Americana, dall’esercito Jugoslava avanzando verso la frontiera per sostenere la minaccia del Maresciallo Tito di marciare dentro la zona A se gli Italiani entravano li dentro.
Qualcosa come una brigata di carri-armati, in apparenza come se fossi appena fuori dalla linea di costruzione, hanno passati attraverso la piazza centrale di Postogna nella direzione della frontiera. Gli inquilini del villaggio dicevano che era stato cosi per gli ultimi cinque giorni.
Nella gita oltra la frontiera dalla zona A, questo corrispondente ha trovato questa parte della Jugoslavia irto da carri-armati, cannoni grandi e colonne di fanteria motorizzate procedendo verso posizioni nell’area della frontiera.
Tutto lungo la strada di 20 miglie dalla frontiera della zona A fino alla citta` di Postogna camion di 10 tonnellate furono in movimento. In un posto un cannone tipo 155 millimetre stilo Americano fu guasto al fianco della strade, suoi cinghie fuori servizio.
Tito, in un discorso Domenica scorsa denunciando la decisione Anglo-Americano, ha detto all’applausa della folla, che avrebbe inviato i suoi forze armati dentro la zona A dell Territorio di Trieste, il momento che truppe Italiani entrassero.
L’infiammarsi di rabia in Trieste e l’evidenza concreta del supporto per Tito nelle sue annonciate intenzioni, e arrivata mentre il punto focale della crisi si e spostata via dal Belgrado.
Dopo quasi una settimana di dimostrazioni violenti li, una pace relativa fu notata, insieme con la convinzione in certi quartieri che il peggio fu passsato.
Le rissi nella citta-porto sono iniziati quando 100 dimostratori Italiani sono ammassati per rompere un raduno chiamato dalla pro-Jugoslava “Fronte Independenza” a dispetto dal veto posto dal governo militare alleato.
La violenza nel tiro-alla-fune sopra Trieste si e spostato ad un tratto via dal Belgrado, dove si e` calmata una settimana di dimostrazioni e disordini.
Larry

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MessaggioInviato: Dom Nov 23, 2008 12:21 am Rispondi citando
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A proposito de questi fatti xe interessante leger quel che ga scrito nel 1959 el Col. Gerald Richardson nel suo libro "Crime Zone" (Ed. Brown Watson, Ltd.). Richardson, per chi no sa, iera l'uficial britanico che gaveva creado nel 1945 la Venezia Giulia Police Force, comunemente conossuda come la Polizia Civile. Dal 1945 al 1954 xe stado el Diretor de Pubblica Sicurezza della zona anglo-americana del TLT.

Lasso tuto nel original inglese perche el libro no xe mai stado tradoto in italian.

Chapter XI

By one of those unfortunate coincidences the feast commemorating San Giusto, the Patron Saint of Trieste, after whom the charming little cathedral on the hilltop above the old town is named, and the anniversary of italian troops first entry into the city in 1918 fell on the same day. The Italian Day of Remembrance for those who died in that First World War came on the day following. With everything else that was happening altogether too muchexcitement was being whipped on. The smallest incident might have consequences that couldn't even be guessed.
The remembrance day ceremony was held, as it was every year, at the National War Memorial which was at Redipuglia, five miles to the north-west of the zonal frontier. It meant that a considerable exodus took place that morning.
Our troubles had begun, however, on the previous morning, the morning of 3rd November, but passed off without anything serious happening. We had information that the mayor was going to hoist the Italian flag again and he did-at seven o'clock, just as daylight was breacking.
One of our police officers, who was himself an Italian, went to the Town Hall and took the flag down, as the official who had put it up refused to do so.
The police officer told the official that there was no objection to the Trieste flag beinf flown - he'd seen that the official had this other flag in his hand. But apparently the intention had been that both the Trieste and Italian flags were to be flown. The Trieste flag would not be hoisted if the Italian flag wasn't - and so it was left: neither flag was hoisted.
For the rest of the day strange, and not entirely reassuring, quietness reignd...
The next morning's pro-italian newspapers not unexpectedly carried biased reports of this incident with the flags at the Town Hall. People who were climbing into buses or making thei way on foot through the streets to the railway station passed under windows and balconies, many of which were draped with Italian flags. Students and others paraded, shouting nationalist slogans. The police kept them moving and there was no disorder.
But later in the afternoon a noisy bunch of two or three hundred went to the Central railway station to meet the first trains that were bringing people back from Redipuglia. They were carrying and waving flags.
Emotionally roused, some of those who had come off the trains joined them and together thy marched through the town to the Piazza Unità. There things, for the first time,began to look ugly. The police had to move in to brak up the demonstrations and were forced to use their batons when some of the demonstrators started using the chairs and tables from one of the cafés to defend themselves. In the struggle some of the flags were seized.
The mob - for that was what it had got to be - was finally broken up. Passion had become hysteria and there was a lot of the sheer, senseless nastiness of hooliganism mixed up with it, together with, I suppose, some idealism.
After the struggling was over an Italian youth standing outside the Prefettura said in good English to Mr. Williams, "I respect your flag and the American flag and I suppose you respect my flag?"
"Yes," Williams told him, "I do."
"Can I have my flag back, provided I take it home with me?" the lad asked then.
"Yes, you can," Williams said, and took the boy into the Prefettura where he gave him his flag after he had promised to go away round the seaward end of the Prefettura and not across the piazza.
He kept his promise.
Until eight o'clock in the evening demonstrators continued to go shouting about the streets in the central part of the town. In the Viale XX Settembre, where the windows of a Force cinema were smashed, and elsewhere the police dispersed boisy crowds of people. After eight o'clock calm was restored. Nothing happened during the night.
The church of Sant' Antonio with his wide portico supported on six columns stands in a small square at the head of a little canal that runs in from the sea. On the side of this canal stalls are normally set up for the open-air market that is held there in the mornings.
They were laying a new road in front of the church and the old setts had been taken up and were lying in piles beside the excavations when small groups of demonstrators began making their way into this part of the town at about half past ten next morning.
Earlier we had received reports of disorders from the University, from the Via Mazzini where groups of people, many of them students, were singing patriotic Italian songs and waving their Italian flags, from the Viale XX Settembre and the Piazza Goldoni. Without using force the police had been able to disperse the crowds andd keep the demonstrators on the move.
Policing in the little square in front of Sant' Antonio's church was as usual. There were some half-dozen policemen in the vicinity. The attitude of the groups of demonstrators on the steps of the church greww more threateningand Mr. Edwards, one of our British police officers, drove there in a jeep. His appeal to the demonstrators to go away was greeted with a hail of stones and he was knocked down. Another officer, Colonel Villanti, a superintendent of the Crminal Investigation Department, saw what was happening and, with a squad of men from his C.I.D. headquartes which were nearby, went to the rescue. They, too, were stoned. Assistance was telephoned for.
The riot squad (el famoso Nucleo Mobile) was called out and went into action immediatly on arrival. Some of the escaping crowd entered the church by a side door. Mr. Williams, when he arrived on the scene, saw the jet from a water truck being directed through one of the open doors of the church where those who had got inside were still hurling stones at the police. He gave orders that the area was to be cleared and the demonstrators who were still outside the church were chased along the Via Dante by the police who came under a heavy bombardment of stones. In the by then general confusion Williams saw several policemen entering the church and dragging out some of the youths who had been doing the stoning. From where he was in the street stone setts from the excavated roadway could clearly be seen piled on the floor of the church.
Mr. Hayward, who arrived next, found the square in front of Sant' Antonio in the hands of more of the mob. When the second riot squad he had brought with him charged the crowds quickly dispersed, but many of them also took refuge in the church, whose big front doors were then closed. The side doors remained open, however: and, from these, the stoning of the police went on.
Some of the police approached the doors and Hayward followed them when he saw they were going into the church and ordered them outside. Thay obeyed and went out again. The church, Hayward found, was filled with excited youths who were jeering and shouting insults. Just inside the door, amongst the piled-up stones, there was blood on the floor. One of the demonstrators had presumably been hurt, or someone who had been injured outside in the street had been taken in.
This centre of trouble was eventually pacified. About half past eleven that morning the two riot squads were called off. Demonstrators, however, were still roving the streets and less than a half an hour later thousands of them had assembled in the Via Mazzini, where a British jeep was badly damaged and the men who were in it roughly handled. A truck on its way to give them assistance was put out of action.
After that the trouble started again in the Viale XX Settembre: a large crowd stoned three British military officers who only escaped being seriously injured by taking shelter in one of the Allied offices which was close by. A riot squad arrived and dispersed the crowds: but, by three o'clock in the afternoon, more demonstrations had begun there: a car was attacked and the already damaged Forces cinema was once more assaulted by the mob.
An older and rougher-looking crowd of men were mixing with the youthful element and the students by then.
All afternoon reports came in of the stoning and cars, trucks and even ambulances being attacked. The local afternoon newspaper, commenting on the morning's rioting at Sant' Antonio church, piblished a notice that stated that the church authorities had decided to re-consacrate the building in view of what had occurred, and that this ceremony would take place at half past four that same afternoon.

(Continua)
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Half an hour before this people had started to gather on the steps and under the portico of the church. There were many elderly persons, men as well as women, amongst them who it was obvious fad come out of a devout desire to participate in the service. Soon, however, they were joined by a younger crowd whose intentions were not so clear. In view of the experiences we’d had in the morning Mr. Williams was told to go there with a riot squad and to stand by. He went with his squad straight from dealing with the affair in the Viale XX Settembre. The vehicles were halted in front of the C.I.D. building, and Williams ordered his men to remain in them while he went to remonstrate with the crowds. He walked over them alone and, in Italian, appealed to them to be reasonable, asked them to disperse and go home. Two men advanced on him and angrily waved newspapers in his face: but he took no notice of them and turned his back to return to his men and, as he did so, saw that many of the youths were picking up stones from the roadway. Before he’d got back to his jeep several stones had struck him.
He gave orders to his men to prepare for action. The water-truck was used, but this time with no noticeable effect. Volleys of the heavy stones continued to be flung over by the mob.
As the situation was quickly getting out of control Williams ordered all police to unsling the carbines they had on their shoulders and, drawing his own pistol, led a charge. After running in front of his men for several yards he heard shots being fired behind him. He had given no order to fire. He stopped in his tracks, turned round to the men and, raising his arms in the air, shouted in Italian: “Enough! Enough! Stop firing!”
But for a moment or two shots went on being fired until the police realized they were being ordered to stop. Meanwhile the stoning had got a great deal worse and the squad was withdrawn behind the C.I.D. building to await reinforcements being sent from the Prefettura. The side street behind the C.I.D. building was cordoned off and the police kept out of sight.
When the second riot squad arrived a concerted attack was made: the newly arrived squad advanced on the front of the church while the ones from behind the C.I.D. building executed an outflanking movement. In this way the demonstrators were driven along the streets at either side of the church. More police reinforcements having come up then, a cordon was thrown round the building.
Mr. Hayward, driving ip in his jeep to join the other allied police officers, was met by a hail of stones as he passed the side of the church. He, his driver and radio operator were all hit and escaped worse injury by his driver accelerating and driving the vehicle over the broken-up roadway in the square. Heavy stoning from inside the church continued. From one of the half-closed doors the demonstrators were shouting insults to the police and presently a man in clerical vestments appeared there. Hayward ordered him to shut the door. This was done.
A momentary lull followed during which Hayward received a message that the priest wanted to speak to him. The priest aked what people would be allowed to leave the church.
“The elderly men and the women and children,” Hayward told him.
As these people were leaving and going peaceably back to their homes Hayward, who was still in the church where he’d gone to speak to the priest, heard some shouting at the back and went over there and found the Bishop of Trieste trying to persuade people to go home. When he saw Hayward’s British uniform the Bishop approached him and said something. Hayward couldn’t understand what was said.
Outside the church again Hayward was hard put to it to restrain his men in the face of the filthy insults flung at them by the crowd. He ordered his men to stand firm. More people who had been in the church came out and were not molested, except that orders were given that they were to kept away from the excavated part of the roadway from where the rioters had been getting their missiles.
The church was finally empted.
In other parts of the town the sporadic rioting went on. General Winterton, the zone commander, alerted one company each of British and American troops; but the troops were not used. Another police vehicle was set on fire, the windows of the NAAFI club broken, and some of the mob forced its way into Devonshire House, a hotel that had been requisitioned for the use of British officers. They got a warm reception. Officers who were in the lounge of the hotel tackled the intruders, took one of them prisoner and forced the others to leave.
We had known all day that discussions had been going on to call a General Strike for the next day. Late that night the Camera del Lavoro announced that there would be one; but the Sindacati Unici, the Left Wing trade unions, refused to join them. The employers of labour, however, made it certain that work would stop by declaring a lock-out.
Anticipating the Camera del Lavoro’s announcement groups of men had been stopping trams and buses and forcing passengers to get out and walk from about eight o’clock in the evening. By nine o’clock they had succeeded by their action in paralyzing the public transport system.
The lock-out next day was completely effective and closed all shops and bars, too. Workers who were members of the Sindacati Unici had gone to their work as usual but had been refused admission.
From early that morning there were bigger crowds than ever in the streets. Naturally many of them would have been those who had no work to go and who were curious to see what was going to happen. A police vehicle was overturned outside the offices of a Jugoslav printing press, and some of the youths amongst the mob took a rifle and two pistols from the crew of the car whom they’d overpowered. Using these they fired shots through the door of the premises; but, when more police arrived on the scene, they ran off and the crowd was dispersed, but only to return after the police had withdrawn to drag the overturned vehicle into the middle of the roadway in the Via Carducci, where it was set alight and surrounded by hysterically screaming and shouting people.
This sort of hooliganism was to go on all day. It was aimless, could achieve little except wanton destruction, was utterly stupid, and might well have been worse if those who were using the nationalist excitement that had been aroused to foment trouble had had their way.
It had to be remembered that there were armed foreign soldiers on both of Trieste’s frontiers.
By ten o’clock that morning a crowd of some thousands was swarming along the Corso – not all of them demonstrating, some, as I have said, with nothing better to do, just foolishly sight-seeing. Outside the office of the Independence Front a small police guard was overwhelmed. The offices were broken into and ransacked and furniture, files and documents thrown from the windows into the street where they were piled up and set on fire.
Some amongst the crowd openly flaunted bombs and the other weapons with which they had defying the authorities. The police were able to contain this demonstration and prevent it from spreading, but were not able to break it up. But later the fire engines came and put out the bonfire to the accompaniment of whistling and jeers.
Armed with iron bars and staves, a rowdy mob then moved on the Piazza Unità. A company of American troops was sent to the Casa del Popolo end of the Corso and afterwards a company of British. It was the British soldiers who were deployed and who cordoned off the approaches to the building. The mob was warned from a loudspeaker van that anyone going beyond the pedestrian crossing in front of the soldiers would be fired on.
No one tried it.
At five past eleven the mayor had a large Italian flag draped over the balcony of the Town Hall…
(continua)
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Questa xe l'ultima parte de la descrizion dei fati de novembre secondo el Col. Richardson. Xe evidente che essendo un direto interessado nela storia el devi gaver amenizado le sue responsabilità. Comunque la sua version xe valida almeno quanto quela de parte nazionalista.


This gesture of the mayor could have no other effect than that of still further inflaming the passions of the crowds who were below. They had been joined by some of the gang from the Corso who had worked round there, coming through the narrow alleys of the Via Cavana district where the cheap tavernas and the brothels were.
Using their batons, tear-gas bombs and the water-truck the police had to force the mob back into these streets. Bur it was not long before it returned and several groups made determined rushes across the Piazza Unità on the Prefettura, itself; and the police, under Mr. Hayward’s command, were driven into the entrance of the building where they fired several shots in the air. Hayward ordered them to stop firing.
Police vehicles parked outside the Prefettura were being set on fire. A jeep that was being driven round the square was surrounded and overturned. The police were again forced to make baton charges. During one of these a policeman saw a demonstrator taking aim with a rifle and shot the man, mortally wounding him. The rifle was recovered amd it was afterwards found to be the one the mob had taken from the police during the attack on the Jugoslav printing press earlier in the morning.
And then an Italian flag was seen to be flying half-mast from the flagpole on the tower of the Town Hall….
After that fatal shooting the crowd seemed to quieten down a little, some people going away, others collecting together in smaller groups. In a side street off the square a British officer’s car was burning….
Just before midday one man from the crowd ran towards the Prefettura and threw a bomb amongst the police guard. Other police rushed from the building, firing above the heads of the demonstrators, and the square was quickly cleared.
But, as had happened before, very soon there were groups of angry men coming back from the Via Cavana district. Two more bombs were thrown at the Prefettura and a third burst in front of the offices of the Lloyd Triestino Shipping Line opposite. This time the police responded by firing directly into the crowd and there were several casualties.
After that a cordon of American troops was flung across the square and this was presently reinforced by a company of British troops. The crowds were held back; but, from behind the human barrier the soldiers made, they kept up their jeering and insults.
Mr. Hayward, acting on instructions and accompanied by twenty armed police, went into the Town Hall to take down the Italian flags. In the mayor’s parlour, whose windows opened on to the balcony, he told one of his men to remove the flag that had been hung outside there. This was done and Hayward saw to it that the flag was treated respectfully and had it neatly folded for carrying away. While this was being done the mayor, with others, burst excitedly into the room.
Replying reasonably and calmly to the mayor’s voluble protestations Hayward told to the mayor that he was merely carrying out orders. He added an assurance that the flags would be kept in a safe place.
The flying of these flags from the Town Hall, as the mayor must have realized, was creating public disorder….
Hayward then climbed to the tower and had another of his men take down the flag there. This, with the first flag, was carried carefully folded over the arm of one of the guards to the Prefettura.
“The flags will be returned when the troubles are over,” the mayor was again assured.
In the afternoon the troops were withdrawn and everything remained calm until two more bombs were thrown at the Prefettura. Again the police opened fire and cleared the square. Although people hung about in the vicinity, after that there was no more trouble there.
It seemed probable that in its latter stages the rioting had been organized. A man in a leather jacket and tan trousers, with an Italian tricolour scarf wound about his neck, was seen by several people to be giving signals and organizing the stone-throwing diversions the crowd had been indulging in. Another man, who was growing bald and wore a duffel-coat, had ridden about on a Vespa motor-cycle and looked as if he had been acting as a sort of courier for them.
The premises of the M.S.I.. the Italian neo-fascist movement, were raided by the police later in the afternoon. No one was there. There was no one at all in the offices and the police removed files and records and then withdrew, as a crowd of people that looked threatening was collecting outside. No one wanted to invite another clash that might involve more shots being fired.
But the morale of the demonstrating crowd was clearly weakening as the day dragged on and, by the evening, after the windows of the Allied Reading Room had been smashed, little of serious nature was happening.
The next day was Saturday and the 7th November. The little ‘Bora’, Trieste’s famous wind, was blowing.
This was the wind that, when it blew at full force, tore down from the mountains and screamed through the streets. Iron hand-rails were fixed to the walls of some of the buildings. If people caught outside were unable to get indoors quickly enough they had to hold on to them for dear life….
The General Strike was over. People were back at their work though the students were still not attending classes. Shops and bars had opened again and life, you might say, looked to be normal enough. A feeling of tension still seemed to be in the air, however, and the troops remained at their posts. We of the police were ready for whatever might happen.
As a result of three days’ rioting six people had lost their lives and many, police amongst them, had had to go to hospital with their injuries.
A mass funeral for the six civilians who had died was held that Sunday. The service took place up on the hill in the little cathedral of San Giusto before eleven o’clock and then the cortége moved off slowly to the cemetery through streets crowded with thousands of silent people. The police had been withdrawn from its route.
By two o’clock it was all over: six victims had been buried and everyone went back to his home.
Next morning was Monday and the students, too, resumed ther studies. The life of the town continued.
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Grazie Dalmatian per anver bilanciado un poco le versioni dei eventi sopraindicati. Ottimo lavoro Ciao Coce

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8-)Meccanico, eccoti un po dei commenti che ho ricevuto da miei colleghi nell’associazione BETFOR, seguito da un commento piu dettagliato da un Americano che era attualmente uno di loro coinvolti nel disperdere la folla dalla Piazza Unita` quel giorno.

da Fred Greenwood, ex-membro del reggimento Suffolk che hanno sostituito gli Americani nella piazza. “Nostro reggimento, Suffolks, era li. Abbiamo preso il potere dagli Americani. Loro non hanno avuto munizioni e gli inglesi non hanno sparato. Nel opinione del mio amico Dennis Yamber, Americano, furono la polizia della Venezia Giulia che hanno sparato i colpi fatale. Si nota anche quanti veloci furono da uscire da Trieste quando la citta` e ritornata all’Italia. Troppi veloci.
Poi, dopo che sono calmati un po i disturbi, abbiamo dovuto fare le guardie dappertutto Trieste. Questo Natale saranno 55 anni da quando faceva la guardia li, e eravamo con un distaccamento degli Americani alla frontiera. Un’Americano dal TRUST e un Inglese dal BETFOR facevamo la guardia assieme sulla Linea Morgan.

da Fred Hopper: Se mi ricordo giusto i primi colpi furono sparati dalle scalline in fondo della piazza e furono i VG che erano un po troppo veloce con il ditto sul grilletto.

da Terry Crimp: Io ero li a qudel epoca e ho visto molto di quanto e accaduto, pero, ad una distanza di sicurezza. Il mio ricordo piu vivido e quel di un polizziotto della VG, essendo tirato per le strade all’indietro di un camioncino. Mi son sempre domandato che fine ha fatto quel povero.

da Dennis Yamber - Americano
Hi Larry, nessun’errore. Ero un trooper con TRUST dall’inizio Settembre 53 sino alla nostra ritirata da Trieste nel 1954. Quanto segue e` un estratto dal mio biografia militare:
“Il 5 novembre le cose diventarono un po piu interessante. Durante il paio di giorni prima c’erano delle sommasse in citta`. Quando le condizioni si sono estesi e la polizia locale non poteva piu controllare la situazione, nostra Battaglione (3a Battaglione dalla Caserma a San Giovanni) fu attivata per assistere loro nel portare ordine alla situazione. La mia compagnia (I Company) era il primo gruppo ad arrivare sulla scena ed era qualcosa da vedere. La Piazza Unita` fu completamente bloccata da miglaiaie di gente che erano in uno stato assai agitato. Quando i nostri camion si fermarano, la folla non voleva lasciarci sbarcare. Il mitragliatore sulla camion montata con una mitragliatrice ha fatta finta di caricare l’arma, poi anche una seconda volta (che normalmente avrebbe veramente caricata l’arma) e allora la folla si e` mossa indietro in modo che potevamo smontare dalle camion. Non sapevano loro ma non c’era munizioni nella mitragliatrice. Infatti, nessuno di noi aveva munizioni. Ci siamo formati in sezioni speciali e eravamo ordinati da ‘fix bayonets’ (mettere le baionetti). Cosi, abbiamo forzato un passaggio dentro al centro della folla e poi ingrandito le nostre posizioni, sforzando la folla a disperdersi sulle vie di uscita dalla piazza. Come procedevamo, mezzo passo alla volta, le nostre baionetti, quelli chromati, non affilati, erano soltanto centimetri dai corpi davanti da noi. Nessuno ha tentato da resistere e in circa venti minuti la piazza era pulita e qualcosa che semblava ordine era ristorata.
Dopo avevamo completato il nostro lavoro eravamo sostituiti da un altro gruppo e noi siamo entrati in una casa sulla piazza per aspettare altri ordini. Poi abbiamo inteso della sparatoria fuori e la polizia locale hanno preso colui che sparava e lo hanno portato dentro la casa dove eravamo. Mentre che loro lo portavano dentro li davano tanti dei colpi forti. Non abbiamo sentito che cosa e accaduto al quel matto. Non mi ricordo bene se ci siamo rimasti giu in citta quella notte ma non credo. Poi la citta` e` stata messa ‘fuori limiti’ a noi per qualche settimane dopo questi disturbi ma pian piano le cose si sono ritornati piu o meno al normale e non c’erano piu distrubi per il resto della mia permanenza in Trieste.
Quello che e` stato preso dalla polizia locale sparando nella piazza sparava soltanto in aria, ma cercava da instigare piu disturbi. La polizia li hanno pestato abbastanza forte.
Brevamente io ero un membro del plotone dei mortaii 60mm di una compagnia di fanteria.
Se hai altre domande, sei libero da farmi cercare nel cervello se trovo ancora dei ricordi di Trieste di quell’epoca. Delle volte una domanda nuova fa venire anche qualche ricordo nuovo.
Dennis Yamber

Per ora, basta. Ma sto aspettando risposte da altri amici, americani e inglesi.
Larry.

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Very Happy Devo fare un piccolo cambio alla mia posta di ieri sera. La parte scritto dall'Americano inizia con la data 5 Novembre. Dovrebbe essere 6 Novembre. Una piccola cosa ma importante non contesto del periodo.
Larry

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