Newry News and Irish Fun
Have you ever met ‘the Micks’, me lads, when wandering round the town,
They are the crowd of Irishmen, whose fame is all renown.
There’s Alexander, Mungo Park and Michael Vernon too,
But these names I state to you, me lads, are merely just a few.
We were walking home from school talking about football, girls and who might be on Top of The Pops later that evening. We heard gunfire and it sounded close. It was coming from the direction of our estate!
It was 1974 and gun battles between the IRA and the British Army were a regular occurrence in the estate. We often had to run home to our houses for sanctuary during these battles which were spontaneous and could occur at any time of the day or night.
Turning into
Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.
When Mickie Smyth left Dunhill’s pub he had three ‘Belfast Telegraphs’ left.
He’d done well today, considering that they were last night’s copies. He turned right down
From refugees to military, paramilitaries and ordinary city folk, the city was overflowing with humanity. It was clearly unsafe for foreigners to be abroad especially as the night was closing in. Making our way to a colleague’s house we were greeted with the cry …
Stealth Riders on a Wing and a Prayer
Just outside I pulled on my helmet in an attempt to hide my western features as there was a large crowd gathering just down the road where a convoy of trucks had stopped. Having no other choice I headed straight for the crowd and made my way through.
It was now a few days before the end of the month and an increasing amount of vehicles were arriving in the town from over the border. Strangely enough not only had they household equipment but it looked like they had everything on board from roofing sheets to the kitchen sink.
Jack McCulla walked slowly down