It was high noon in Managua. A strong wind off Lake Managua brought some relief from the scorching heat, but ice cream vendors did their usual brisk trade as people arrived to pay their taxes at the lakeside National Palace. Suddenly 24 soldiers in olive green fatigues and black berets, the uniform of the National Guard training school, drew up in trucks. "Make way. Here comes el Hombre," snapped one of the soldiers as he ran to a side entrance and opened a path in the crowd. Bystanders...
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