carabinieri do it better - altro che swat, negoziatori: una clio non blindata e vaffanculo - http://www.dagospia.com/rubrica-29/cronache/carabinieri-do-it-better-altro-che-swat-negoziatori-raffiche-mitra-199091.htm
What happened in San Donato Milanese was an example of the professionalism of the Carabinieri worldwide. Throughout the West there is no such situation (51 children handcuffed on the bus, gas cans, a psychopath who wants to get to the airport) that has ended without a single gunshot and just one wounded. It was a demonstration of skill that goes far beyond the imaginable, and as usual following only common sense and pragmatism. No SWAT protocols, negotiators, helicopter snipers, thermal visors, nothing. Practically the sticks and stones.
"I want to go to Linate, I don't want to see anyone for miles, I have 50 children hostage, it's full of diesel." The answer in the
USA would have been helicopters, airport and highway pre-evacuation, 14 idiotic negotiators who fight among themselves, 400 SWATs armed with bazookas at a distance; as soon as possible, they tear up the driver and in doing so they kill six children and a teacher. The bus catches fire and another 19 die. Preventive war follows to a random country.
French answer: they discover that the fact is true when the bus is now in Linate and has crashed an airplane during landing. They begin to quarrel over territorial jurisdiction, the judge telephones Macron who phones his image consultant who calls the judge, in the end the fool breaks through the block in front of the airport, invests four police officers, the others open fire and all they die riddled in the bus. In Russia or Israel, not even talking about it.
Italian response: an unarmamented Renault Clio from the Carabinieri station of San Donato Milanese supports the running bus. On board there are a pinned, a carabiniere and a chosen carabiniere, all with a wife and children at home and they don't even know each other. Normal people, paid just for money, from the small town in Puglia and stationed in a small suburban station.
They are not Tuscania, GIS or naval raiders: they are the classic Italic male who when he sees the criaturi in danger becomes Schumacher aboard a Fiat Punto pimpato. They steer in front of the bus and crash into each other. The bus stops. The man goes down and wields his fists towards the psychopath, who, having prepared himself by watching American films, remains confused. Meanwhile, the other two force the back door, slashing the window out of it and pulling the heavy kids out. The madman realizes it, but when he starts the bus again the last kids rush out into the running. At that point he is caught, beaten and taken to the center alive and well.
All this favored by the fact that in
Italy people do not do what you say they miss threatening her with a knife; we are a country of anarchists where a 10-year-old boy rubs you and holds his cell phone, a professor of 40 badly wraps his wristbands and the Carabiniere while listening to the kidnapper has the tone of who thinks “but **** you, now I'll show you I". Final result: a seizure with attempted massacre solved in twenty minutes with a dozen bruises, four cartons for the driver and a bus on fire. All alive. Any other force of the order, in front of such a result, should be studied rather than applauding