The story of a young man who grows up in a period of discontent and who sets about putting things which he thinks are wrong, right; with little regard for laws of the country or the people who enforce such laws."The bullet went through the lecturn, into and out of the speaker's chest via his heart; caught a district Member, who had risen from his seat behind the speaker and was stepping forward to slap him on the back, through the eye; it came out of the top of his head and went into the ceiling.""You can only have me put in Long Kesh Jail, which I'll be put of in a couple of months" said the IRA man. The sergeant smashed his rifle butt into his face breaking his cheek bone. "You're not going anywhere Paddy" he snarled. The IRA man was screaming "You're not supposed to do this to me.""Stop you're snivelling, I haven't started yet.".
Blacksmith's Son