On a sunny, cloudless morning last week, Iran's Shah Mohammed Reza Pahlevi entered the rear seat of his olive green Chrysler limousine at his private palace. It rolled 300 yards across the square and drew up before the massive Kakh-i-Marmar palace containing the royal office. As the Shah left the car, a detail of Imperial Guards snapped to attention.
Grazed Lip. Typically, the Shah glanced warily from side to side, and it was well that he did. His gaze met that of a young conscript named Reza Bakhshabadi, who held his submachine gun at a level lower than usual. The...
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