It was 10 a.m. and the newly promoted lieutenant
was already sweating under his plastic face shield and black flak jacket. A few
days before, the 28-year-old who goes by the name of Catire had watched a
national guardsman get his arm broken at a protest. A week earlier, a friend
collapsed several paces from him on the riot line, shot through the groin.
Catire pulled up his visor and chain-smoked by his motorcycle, hoping the day
would pass quickly. Several miles away on the other side of the city, tens of
thousands of Venezuelans in white shirts and homemade gas masks gathered to
march toward Catire and his unit, part of a bloody protest movement that has
seen dozens of deaths in more than two months of turmoil. More…
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