The Insurgent.(Giuseppe Garibaldi)(Biography)

Suddenly you are looking in his eyes. Officially, they're brown, but for you they'll always be blue. He is speaking in a soft, seductive voice. Glory if you follow, eternal shame if you don't. Rome or Death. In a moment, your destiny shifts. Incredibly, you have volunteered. You are given a red shirt, an obsolete rifle, a bayonet. You are taught to sing a hymn full of antique rhetoric recalling a magnificent past, foreseeing a triumphant future. You learn to march at night in any weather and over the most rugged terrain, to sleep on the bare ground, to forgo regular meals, to charge under fire at disciplined men in uniform. You learn to kill with your bayonet. You see ...