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Thursday, 21 June 2018

Napoleon and Ireland what might have been

An Irishman’s Diary on Napoleon and the Irish
Plans and exile
Napoleon claimed that if Ireland had sent him honest men he would have made an attempt on the country
Napoleon Bonaparte wasn’t impressed by the United Irishmen who went to Paris in 1797 and 1798 to urge the French government, the Directory, to invade Ireland. Years later, in exile on St Helena in the south Atlantic, he claimed that if Ireland had sent him honest men he would have made an attempt on the country but he had no confidence in the integrity or the talents of the Irish leaders in Paris. They could offer no plan, were divided in opinion and constantly quarrelled with one another.
In at least one instance, the antipathy was mutual. After meeting France’s leading general in December 1797, Wolfe Tone wrote in his diary that Bonaparte’s manner was cold, that he spoke little, and, that while he was perfectly civil, it was impossible to augur anything good or bad from anything the writer had seen or heard.
Two months later, Bonaparte carried out an inspection of the army that had been assembled to invade the British Isles and judged that its equipment was inadequate and its officers were untried. Besides, the British navy was too strong and there were no indications of rebellion In Ireland.
On his advice, the Directory decided to strike at the British Empire by invading Egypt instead.
In 1803, when he was “first consul”, effectively dictator of France, Napoleon ordered the establishment of an Irish legion under an adjutant general, Dublin-born Bernard MacSheehy, with a view to its use in Ireland. It took part in a number of engagements in Belgium, Germany, Spain and Portugal but, following the defeat of the French and Spanish navies off Cape Trafalgar in 1805, an invasion of Ireland remained impractical.
Despite Napoleon’s views about the Irishmen he met, he gave a pension to Tone’s wife Matilda and an army commission to their son William and, early in 1802, when Britain and France were negotiating a peace treaty, he obtained the release of Napper Tandy, who was under sentence of death in Ireland and gave him a general’s pension.
Ironically, Napoleon didn’t meet the two Irishmen who would be most influential in his life until after his defeat at Waterloo and his abdication and surrender to the British on July 15th, 1815. When the British government dispatched him to the remote island of St Helena, he was accompanied by a small entourage that included Edward Barry O’Meara, a 29-year-old Co Cork man who had obtained some elementary medical training in Ireland and practical experience as a ship’s surgeon. O’Meara’s qualifications to act as Bonaparte’s doctor also included his knowledge of Italian and French.
The two men became friends and the ex-emperor urged him to keep a diary that could be a source of profit in the future.
Shortly after they landed on the island on October 15th, 1815, another ship with a new governor, Hudson Lowe, arrived.
Lowe was born in Galway to a local woman and an English soldier but he spent most of his youth abroad and his task was to keep Napoleon under virtual house arrest and to ensure that he didn’t escape. O’Meara objected to the ill-treatment, as he saw it, of Bonaparte, and Lowe managed to have him dismissed and returned to England in July 1818 for allegedly claiming that the governor had urged him to poison Napoleon.
The surgeon used his diaries to write a book, Napoleon in Exile, A Voice from St Helena, in 1822, and it sold 10,000 copies within two years. He also married a rich 66-year-old double divorcée and grew fat and prone to gout.
O’Meara was an Anglican but he became a supporter of Daniel O’Connell and in June 1836 he went to a meeting to raise funds for O’Connell in the Crown and Anchor, a large tavern on the Strand in London.
The room was crowded and he had to stand at an open window where he was exposed to a stiff breeze and picked up a chill that may have led to his death a few days later.
The French invasion that never happened, apart from minor incursions, is one of the might- have-beens of Irish history.
According to his secretary on the island, the Count de Las Cases, Napoleon once speculated about how England would have fared if he had invaded Ireland instead of Egypt, and he told O’Meara that he would have separated the two countries, made Ireland a republic and then left the people to themselves after “after having sown the seeds of republicanism in their morale”.
Napoleon Bonaparte wasn’t impressed by the United Irishmen who went to Paris in 1797 and 1798 to urge the French government, the Directory, to invade Ireland. Years later, in exile on St Helena in the south Atlantic, he claimed that if Ireland had sent him honest men he would have made an attempt on the country but he had no confidence in the integrity or the talents of the Irish leaders in Paris. They could offer no plan, were divided in opinion and constantly quarrelled with one another.
In at least one instance, the antipathy was mutual. After meeting France’s leading general in December 1797, Wolfe Tone wrote in his diary that Bonaparte’s manner was cold, that he spoke little, and, that while he was perfectly civil, it was impossible to augur anything good or bad from anything the writer had seen or heard.
Two months later, Bonaparte carried out an inspection of the army that had been assembled to invade the British Isles and judged that its equipment was inadequate and its officers were untried. Besides, the British navy was too strong and there were no indications of rebellion In Ireland.
On his advice, the Directory decided to strike at the British Empire by invading Egypt instead.
In 1803, when he was “first consul”, effectively dictator of France, Napoleon ordered the establishment of an Irish legion under an adjutant general, Dublin-born Bernard MacSheehy, with a view to its use in Ireland. It took part in a number of engagements in Belgium, Germany, Spain and Portugal but, following the defeat of the French and Spanish navies off Cape Trafalgar in 1805, an invasion of Ireland remained impractical.
Despite Napoleon’s views about the Irishmen he met, he gave a pension to Tone’s wife Matilda and an army commission to their son William and, early in 1802, when Britain and France were negotiating a peace treaty, he obtained the release of Napper Tandy, who was under sentence of death in Ireland and gave him a general’s pension.
Ironically, Napoleon didn’t meet the two Irishmen who would be most influential in his life until after his defeat at Waterloo and his abdication and surrender to the British on July 15th, 1815. When the British government dispatched him to the remote island of St Helena, he was accompanied by a small entourage that included Edward Barry O’Meara, a 29-year-old Co Cork man who had obtained some elementary medical training in Ireland and practical experience as a ship’s surgeon. O’Meara’s qualifications to act as Bonaparte’s doctor also included his knowledge of Italian and French.
The two men became friends and the ex-emperor urged him to keep a diary that could be a source of profit in the future.
Shortly after they landed on the island on October 15th, 1815, another ship with a new governor, Hudson Lowe, arrived.
Lowe was born in Galway to a local woman and an English soldier but he spent most of his youth abroad and his task was to keep Napoleon under virtual house arrest and to ensure that he didn’t escape. O’Meara objected to the ill-treatment, as he saw it, of Bonaparte, and Lowe managed to have him dismissed and returned to England in July 1818 for allegedly claiming that the governor had urged him to poison Napoleon.
The surgeon used his diaries to write a book, Napoleon in Exile, A Voice from St Helena, in 1822, and it sold 10,000 copies within two years. He also married a rich 66-year-old double divorcée and grew fat and prone to gout.
O’Meara was an Anglican but he became a supporter of Daniel O’Connell and in June 1836 he went to a meeting to raise funds for O’Connell in the Crown and Anchor, a large tavern on the Strand in London.
The room was crowded and he had to stand at an open window where he was exposed to a stiff breeze and picked up a chill that may have led to his death a few days later.
The French invasion that never happened, apart from minor incursions, is one of the might- have-beens of Irish history.
According to his secretary on the island, the Count de Las Cases, Napoleon once speculated about how England would have fared if he had invaded Ireland instead of Egypt, and he told O’Meara that he would have separated the two countries, made Ireland a republic and then left the people to themselves after “after having sown the seeds of republicanism in their morale”.

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Thursday, 17 May 2018

The craters


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The craters.



Feb 7

Montana, the middle of nowhere 1970

A man flagged their car down
``Scully wound down the window. The cold biting her. She could see her breath
You can stop here. It is me you want to talk too
We are looking for James I..
That's me. You will have a picture
Her partner opened the manila envelope on the dashboard.
It fits. It's him You did not have a beard then..?
Can you even shave ?
Okay,
Scully decided to be diplomatic, she was hungry
 Sir we could do this in your house or at a  cafe or saloon you know
If you want a drink, the town is up the road
We will do this here.
But we can't use the recorder sir
You want to know or not?
Alright.
Open the door
A strong man of about 30 got into the back. Dark hair, dark-eyed. Suntanned in a shirt and jeans. He smelled of cow shit and sweat
His voice deep. He looked at them both, then dismissed them.
So sir what can you tell us about Operation Ossian
Osin. The voice insisted on the contraction.
Right 1963 Lt..
Box I know him better than ye
Why do you call him Box
He looks like a Box. People say what they see He stared straight at the man in the drivers seat. Cocked his head. Is that not right now ugly
Scully bit her lip
The Operation
Well, I did not pay much regard to it. Box used to say it was like the radio the Jews were to blame
He said some Yank from a university was talking to Devalera. He drew out the middle vowel. I had seen him that day  he was such in rage
You were in Montreal
I was
You were not in the Army?
Not Yours
They said I was too short. Almost got in trouble as I shoved the Sgt on the way out
I got a visit from the peelers and then Uncle James invited me to Canada
I did training there  Real ignorant folk the corporals were Sligo
I stuck it out I wanted my stamp from the OSS. So I could be done with it that's why I got caught up in The Operation
I was waiting for my papers I standing about like a spent prick on the ground floor
The first floor
Isn' t a university a wonderful thing
I could hear shouting, doors slamming. Everyone was nosy. The girls the typists looking up.
Well Box says this young fella was talking about the Government in exile and all that oul nonsense Than the  lad stopped to leave and straight out  asked Devalera. (The syllable returned ) Why did he murder Michael Collins?
Well Devalera ould as he was had men holding him back. Could not believe the young fellows boldness
So they sent me home. I came back everyday looking for my stamp. Montreal is cold I can't speak enough French to buy bread without  making a show of myself  .
The Canadians are all Orangemen.
Then one Sunday after Mass, a man in a big car spoke to Uncle James
I came in on Monday.  They told me I had a job.
The man in the back seat  sighed.
 They brought me into a room I recognized Box, I had not seen in nearly 20 years. Not even time to fart  A colonel comes in. We salute and he tries to speak Irish. Mission was simple we were to kill Brady.
Sturmfurher Brady
No, Aidan Brady from Carrick. He looked at Sinead Devalera crooked in 1933.
I am sorry Sir. You must try and appreciate what the bureau of military affairs is doing. We need to ask you questions we know you already know. Like a priest
Whatever
It was Brady, that pup who defected from the British Army and joined the Germans. The Germans gave him a big house  The Statters and Greenshirts were clucking arround him like women following about a Priest
Well Sargent Brady was coming in to open the fair. They always taught Irish there so we got people from all over. He was going too make a speech .Worse than priests the statters are-
Priests tell you stuff on Sundays  take the rest of the week off.
Box had volunteered. Box was to look after Brady I was to look after Box
We trained for two weeks on these boats. Black rubber things. You could fold up .
Box and I were fishermen, we were used to the sea. It was desperate cold
Box is a good shot, whatever else you say
 I was taught to be the spotter. A major from Derry went through it all. I liked him. Very quiet man. Smart.
But then education and brains are too different things
So they put us on a plane to Halifax. I hated it, my ears popped. Then we got on a ship
They say it was Argentine.
The La Tigre
Their passenger shrugged
They were all 6ft tall. I did not like the food.
Garlic
 Box would not stop talking. He had been in Cuba with youn's
Box is ould fashioned he won't stop. Just Girls Girls.
You do not see Lt... socially?
No
Why not
I have three daughters
Well after a week of breathing in Box's farts
We were there. Box and I slipped overboard
A shark followed us, for a while I hated that. We came in on the beach. Middle of the night we rested there for an hour laid out on the sand
Then we picked up the boat. We had to take it to Unabeg. That was where we going to be for the big day.
Unabeg
Yes its a cave its called  after a girl. She was murdered too by the last set of invaders.
Your special  friends
The speaker looked in the car mirror
Unabeg is on the other side of the valley to the beach. The valley runs down to the beach with the cliffs on each side
We had to do it all before the patrols  and guards caught us.  We had to carry the boat. I came close to clattering Box He could not roll the boat  up. So we climbed up the rocks and waited in the secret passage
The secret passage
Yes, its been cut out of rock. Its a cattle pen The Mcglois used to live there. They are all gone now Rhodesia I hear.
They were my cousins so I knew the place We could eat  and sleep there. Check our tools. At least cover our shit with a stone

We waited till night. We could hear them testing the  PA for the festival. Box and I stood up. At 10 o clock it got dark. They never got the electrics working there. No moon.
So we went over to Unabeg. Through the field and bogs. Not the road.
We were barefoot.
Well we waited till the sun rose and clambered down to Unabeg. We were worried about fishermen seeing us.
So we climbed up. No tea, no cigarettes.
 I can smell turf
That's when i see it
The shit house
Some ould fellow comes out. Pulls up his drawers. He sees me and Box. Box has the rifle out on its tripoid. We were there with our John Thomas out. I look at him. I tell Box to stay there
The Ould fella sees me. He sees the pistol.
 I am in black  I have been sleeping in dung
I say Devalera. ( The vowel always the vowel)
The ould fellow swallows his eyes mist. I follow him into his wee house. It just  himself. No good room just fireplace and a bed not even a range. He sits down on the bed. I help him take off his shoes. He points at a crooked shelf. There was a drop of whiskey in a naggin I gave it to him in an China cup
He asked me about his Jinnit
His what
His donkey. He had a donkey
We said an act of contrition
Then I put my hand over his face. I held him down. He did not struggle. I said the act of contrition again. Then he needed to tidy himself, then he was gone.
I was sorry to make a mess
I closed his eyes and went to the Barn
The Jinnit was there. It was drinking water straining it through its teeth. I stroked its head. Rubbed its back then cut my knife across its throat.
My feet were sticky with blood
Why did you kill the Donkey?
The brown eyes burnt with fury. He opened the car door and walked off stopped and returned.
That Donkey was a good animal. That man had gone without for his Donkey. That was why he was getting up in the morning. I was going to leave it to die roaring from a statters  gun, or going mad being burnt out
That maisis buried in a mass  grave. What else would I do for him.
If you say that again I'll hurt you. You have had your say now
Scully broke the silence Sir please
Well we waited. Box knew better than some people. We just sat, I was worried about the wind but it was fine. About midday Brady shows up in a big German car, with Drs and Priests and a pretty redheaded woman Statters  in their truck .
Box was ready
I looked through my binoculars I gave the order shoot.
The Sgts arsehole was looking up at the sun
Box does not miss
They were roaring and screaming below. They drove Brady away tried to get him to the Doctors house. That was what saved us the statters  were looking at Brady not looking for us. Logic.
We tossed the rifle away once we reached the cliff. We clambered down halfway to Unabeg and jumped the rest. We swam into the caves and rowed and rowed.
We made it to a rock called New Orleans. Our Submarine was there
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Saturday, 13 August 2016

For Virginia For the consitution

On the morrow, then gentlemen''
 He left the fireside of the tavern, and stepped into the cool May night.  The cold, and the stench greeted his exit. 
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, `` Those people'' would attack. The enemy will try and force a crossing, and then advance to Richmond.
He would stop them
 Across the river, he could see their campfires. Even hear an occasional song. Damn them.  Damn them all. Who were these, Northerners, these mechanicks, and millhands to disturb the peace, and Constitution? Irish, Germans, Jews and every malcontent from Europe among them 
A damn rabble
The fruits of democracy were a bitter vintage. Thank the good God, that fair Virginia had not supped such madness
Well to Bed 
 He dreamed of Mary Anne, of the children, of cotton and tobacco fields. 
 At first light Cicero woke him,
``Yo Coffey Sur''
 ``Where did you get Coffee, Cicero..wait I don't want to know.. The Major winked
Cicero smiled and bowed
 A full bladder demanded the Majors attention(as the watch officer ascertained the hour, again and again)
His duty done, he told the Bugler to call assembly
 The squadron fell into line, their uniforms, filthy, their beards worse. Their horses brushed and fed
Mounting his hunter Scholar ,the  Major rode along the line
``Gentlemen,  You are not handsome at all, but your horses do you credit. As every Gentleman knows with rights come duties. Today we shall do ours
For Virginia, For the constitution, and for our gracious Queen Victoria
 With that the Major Lee, of the first  King Georges own, led his men out. Out to face the Charter-men, advancing across the bridge at Dukes Meadow on the London side of the Thames
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Friday, 12 August 2016

Casement remembered in Peru


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Sunday, 1 May 2016

restored

I lost my password, I was locked out for months

The anniversary of Easter week, has come and gone
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Saturday, 11 July 2015

Churchill in Belfast 1912



http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/watch-rare-footage-of-winston-churchills-visit-to-ireland-in-1912-to-argue-in-favour-of-home-rule-31366891.html

Pathe newsreel

Churchill flip flopped on Irish matters
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Friday, 12 December 2014

Peruvian war of independence


I visited the Casaohiggins in Lima yesterday





Recreation of patriot force uniform





Study of a battle, between royalist and patriot forces



Copy of sword and map of O Higgins


Earth from several battlegrounds

Finally the bedroom of O'Higgins






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The Treaty debates in the border counties

http://www.theirishstory.com/2014/12/12/we-must-forgive-but-we-wont-forget-the-treaty-debates-in-the-border-counties/#.VIsPzX888vl

Cavan and Monghan are historically part of Ulster.


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Labels: Anglo Irish treaty, Anglo Irish war

Friday, 31 October 2014

Caves and the war of independence

http://www.leitrimobserver.ie/news/local-news/leitrim-caves-and-the-war-of-independence-1-6375750

I wonder would  they have been used if the war had spread to Eire in WW2
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Labels: Anglo Irish war

Monday, 20 October 2014

Anniversary of 1916 approaches

http://www.irishtimes.com/news/ireland/irish-news/unease-grows-over-easter-rising-commemorations-1.1969232

There is a lively discussion in the Republic about the event

may 2016
The British royals , American President did not attend. My parents did make it Dublin
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W.T Cosgrave

http://www.irishtimes.com/news/politics/wt-cosgrave-the-simple-life-of-a-state-s-architect-1.1967444

First Prime minister of the Irish free state. Forever remembered for wearing a top hat to Buckingam Palace
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Sunday, 27 July 2014

Today in History

http://www.bureauofmilitaryhistory.ie/bmhsearch/search.jsp?querystr=howth+gun+running
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Monday, 27 January 2014

Top 10 Historic Sites in Ireland and Northern Ireland -- National Geographic

Top 10 Historic Sites in Ireland and Northern Ireland -- National Geographic



My ancestral home is here. A village in South West Donegal.
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Friday, 3 January 2014

Irish state papers 1983

http://www.irishtimes.com/news/state-papers-1983

State papers released from 1983. Under the 30 year rule.
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Friday, 18 October 2013

IRA flying column

http://www.flickr.com/photos/militaryarchives/9662345347/

A picture of an IRA flying column from the war of Independence. Students of Irish history have been trying to identify the unit. The picture may have been taken after the truce. There were even some pictures taken by IRA units with their old foes-RIC British Army etc. Much to the chagrin of Collins
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Labels: Anglo Irish war, Irish history

Monday, 30 September 2013

Accident of Birth

Accident of Birth

A short story inspired by an idea


Washington 1940. (Somewhere past the horizon)
He would let the man speak. Anything else would be wrong. It would be petty.
It would detract from the solemnity of the moment. Even at Weddings the Priest allowed for dissent
How did the Vice president say it? ``The Buck stopped here'!''
For a moment The President felt a smithereens of sympathy for his guest.
The Viscount Halifax. A tall spry Man. Born into a Big House. With a crippled hand.
In another walk of life. That would have made Halifax a pauper.
Yet an accident of Halifax birth. His name written on a baptismal certificate in some English country Parish. Made him a man of means
The president found his memory leading him down the lanes again.
Halifax and him, were alike. It was an accident of birth that had been his salvation too
He had been spared, when all else where killed. He had survived. He remembered the city of his birth, full of ragged people off the ships from the old country, hungry and desperate
He realized now he had been the first of them. The first into exile. He would never see his Grandmothers cottage again It had almost been too much.
Left alone with his Nerves, had been to know purgatory in this life. Yet purgatory is not Hell. In its cleansing fires. One feels the presence of the Almighty
one night, he had heard a voice Perhaps it was God. Or one of the Saints.
Lord knows he had never mentioned it to a Priest.
It had been hard enough trawling for votes in Alabama, as it was without mentioning that
The voice had told him that he had been spared for a reason. That God had a plan
for him. He had been a soldier. He was a Soldier A soldier with destiny
So he had spoken out. Against the War. Against all wars. He had spoken for the Small farmer. He had spoken for the Church. He had opposed the Industrialists, the Bankers and the Bluebloods. The economic Royalists
He stood shoulder to shoulder, with Protestants, Jews Negros and even Chinamen.
For God, and the Republic. He had remade himself.
The American people had heard him. The American people had done more. They had
elected him.
The Englishman had finished speaking.

``Well Mr President? ‘’The Viscount began....

`` We will not open our ports''
Those were the final words on the matter of Eamon DeValera.
New Yorker, and sometime Irish rebel. President of the
United States of America......
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Sunday, 29 September 2013

The day of the demagogue



The Triumph of the Demagogue

The president called for quiet. His voice sharp with anger. The telegram boy looked about the room, the lad was visibly shaking. A Navy Yeoman knocked on the door, and saluted and handed the President another telegram.

In an ash tray cigarette burned away to nothing.

In an Ante chamber the Ambassador was praying quietly.  He was not supposed to do so in public.  That upset people. The regime was sensitive about how other saw it.

An aide approached the Ambassador and Demanded he follow him

This was it then, the horse had left its stall. The  farm, the country had been gambled. It was more than a case of losing their shirts. If something went wrong they would hang.

The man he served had escaped a firing squad at least twice. This time there would be no intercession, no truce, no amnesty.

The Americans made him wait

He could  hear their President curse.  He saw Marine, and Navy officers enter the office. They glared at him, but said  nothing

Through the thick carpets and  heavy oak doors. The diplomat heard their President express himself.

``They should know their place…Their  leader was a demagogue.  A man who should have been hanged.  A bandit that had taken  power with a revolver in his pocket. A religious bigot. A fool who ranted and raged about lost territories. He had even given himself a stupid title..Warleader or something’’

Quite frankly the time was to kick him square in the pants. The President was reading the reports, from the British.  The British were screaming about false uniforms , cover of darkness. A betrayal

The Ambassador looked at his watch. Now was the moment  

``Turn the son of a bitch on’’

 In accented English, the minister for information spoke.  His parents had sacrificed much for his  Jesuit education, now it  must not fail him. The British were by no means vanquished.

Now waited for the photo finish, which would decide their fates. The rent was in the bookies hands

The minister spoke to the American people. He asked them for understanding he begged them for patience.

They had not wanted war. They had only acted, to protect themselves. They wanted the Americans to intervene to help them. To help them defend the common Christian civilisation, of Europe,  of the British commonwealth of America. They had acted to save lives. Surely the Americans did not want war between two great nations. Not when the real enemy the godless monster lay unchecked to the East

``Turn  that off.. the President barked

Send him in’’

The Naval officers spoke first, crowding him. Shouting threatening, pounding fists. Talking of ships and guns.  An Army officer from the Air corps  made horrible allusions about bombs and gas

The American president  spoke.. he spoke of his anger, and  his contempt..how he wished the British had finished them off in the last war

``If you ever pull something like this again…another stupid operation like this one and I swear…’’

The Ambassador from Eire breathed in…the  gamble had worked. They would be allowed to keep their gains,  in return for entering the war
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Friday, 27 September 2013

Today in History

Irish forces reclaim Bere Island, Lough Swilly in Donegal
Treaty ports under nominal British control since  the signing of the treaty. They had been neglected

 Strictly speaking Belfast was a treaty point. A feint by David Lloyd George or a safeguard for the Admiralty if Irish unity ever emerged

Churchill never forgave Chamberlain signing over the Treaty ports
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Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Removal of laws against Whiteboys

http://www.thejournal.ie/obsolete-laws-ireland-1100130-Sep2013/

Whiteboys were agarian protest movement-White is the french colour. the white cockade the Jacobites. The Whiteboys can be seen loosely as the fathers of the IRA and the modern Irish state.
While it would be a mistake to view the Whiteboys as a proto-IRA or Fenian Brotherhood. As  a secret society acting against Landlords, and strong farmers and often RC Priests.( The animus against Priest was the fees charged for Baptisms and such-Its not until the devotional revolution that modern Irish Catholicism emerges ) The idea of our law, versus their law maintained
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Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Today in History

The anniversary of the races of castlebar
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