Twas an excellent operation. Dragging the 2 British Soldiers out of the car at the funeral, stripping and whacking them has to be taken into consideration also, ******. I'll have a think.
No, I prefer Galaxy Crispy. Not sure about the brave men of the IRA though. I heard the soldiers in the British Army prefer sucking cock and forcing each other to gay rape cadets for initiation.
I dunno I watched that brendan ocarroll thing on BBC 2 about his uncles during the uprising and it looked like a few young fellas were just out for a laugh
I ran away from a few dogs, true. But then I never dragged a dog out of a car, stripped it naked and beat it to death in the street.
Like the British Army dropping bombs on populations that haven't the means to defend themselves? Conflict is a dirty business.
The Battle of Mount Street Bridge The rebels, nominally under the command of Eamon de Valera in Bolands Mill, but under the direct control of Mick Malone, a twenty eight year old carpenter, had taken up their positions on Mount Street and Northumberland Road on Easter Monday, April 24. That day on Mount Street, a group of reserve volunteer soldiers, nicknamed in Dublin, the “Gorgeous Wrecks” (because of their advanced age and their tunics’ inscriptions ‘Georgius Rex’), unwittingly stumbled upon the rebel position and four were killed before they scrambled into safety at Beggars Bush barracks. Had the rebels known of the weakness of the British garrison, they could have taken Beggars Bush barracks (held initially by the army catering staff and 17 rifles)[3] with relative ease. As it was they occupied the stately Clanwilliam House – commanding the crossing over the Grand Canal – and two houses on Northumberland road, an upper class, leafy, red-bricked neighbourhood. On April 26, they were faced by a British regiment, the Sherwood Foresters, just off the boat from a training depot in England, and so inexperienced that they had to be shown on the pier at Kingstown how to fire and reload their weapons. On top of that, they had left behind their grenades and their Lewis machine guns had been lost in the crossing. Marching up through the suburbs, they were warmly applauded by the upper class crowds still enjoying the Spring Show at the Royal Dublin Society, until they stumbled into the crossfire at Northumberland Road – between two Volunteers in house at number 25 (notably Mick Malone armed with a Mauser automatic pistol) and another four at St Stephen’s Parochial Hall. Ten soldiers were hit in the first attack. Although there was an alternative crossing of the canal available just a street away at Baggot Street, which would have flanked the Volunteers’ position, General Lowe ordered that the bridge at Mount street be taken “at all costs”. For the rest of the day, at the sound of whistles every twenty minutes, waves of hapless troops, led by officers with drawn swords, charged up the Road, only to be shot down. By the evening, the road was carpeted with dead and wounded British troops, many moaning in pain and trying feebly to drink from their water bottles. The survivors crawled into the gutters and doorways at either side of the road for some cover, while others huddled under a low wall at the canal. For the Volunteers, despite the hopeless odds, it was exhilarating. Inside Clanwilliam House, two Volunteers, Patrick Doyle and Tom Walsh, shouted over the noise of battle, “Isn’t this a great day for Ireland?” “Isn’t it that?”, “Did I ever think I’d see a fight like this? Shouldn’t we all be grateful to the good God that he has allowed us to take part in a fight like this?”. No sooner were the words out of Doyle’s mouth when he was hit in the head and killed. A hero's death
