Part Two
April 22nd, 1916
Today I decided to look at things from the Irish point of view. I tried to picture myself as a small Irish boy who loves to play hopscotch or tag outside with his friends, but I’m not allowed to because of all the violence going on in the streets below me caused by the British. I started to feel more sympathy for these people. My iron fist as lieutenant started to fall down. I started slacking when it came to holding the people back from our stations. I eventually figured that it would be better off if I told my commander to post me at a different station so that's exactly what I did. I ended up getting placed in night watch where the Irish protesters aren’t as common as they are in the day. I paced up and down the streets for a few hours making sure everything was as it should be. A certain feeling of boredom crept over me and I saw a pile of rocks and started kicking one until it led me to a dark alley. I wandered the dark alley with my flash light shining in front of me, I shone it on the wall and there was propaganda written all over the walls, from head to toe black graffiti that said, “Down with the Brits! Send them back home!” etc. A few minutes later I heard a rustling noise coming from the dumpster. I aimed my gun from where the noise came from, ready for anything to strike. I waited for a few minutes locked and loaded but nothing happened so I just went back to base and called it a night.
April 23rd, 1916
I fear for my safety, the Irish are getting smarter, they are learning and adapting to the ways of war.
Today I decided to look at things from the Irish point of view. I tried to picture myself as a small Irish boy who loves to play hopscotch or tag outside with his friends, but I’m not allowed to because of all the violence going on in the streets below me caused by the British. I started to feel more sympathy for these people. My iron fist as lieutenant started to fall down. I started slacking when it came to holding the people back from our stations. I eventually figured that it would be better off if I told my commander to post me at a different station so that's exactly what I did. I ended up getting placed in night watch where the Irish protesters aren’t as common as they are in the day. I paced up and down the streets for a few hours making sure everything was as it should be. A certain feeling of boredom crept over me and I saw a pile of rocks and started kicking one until it led me to a dark alley. I wandered the dark alley with my flash light shining in front of me, I shone it on the wall and there was propaganda written all over the walls, from head to toe black graffiti that said, “Down with the Brits! Send them back home!” etc. A few minutes later I heard a rustling noise coming from the dumpster. I aimed my gun from where the noise came from, ready for anything to strike. I waited for a few minutes locked and loaded but nothing happened so I just went back to base and called it a night.
April 23rd, 1916
I fear for my safety, the Irish are getting smarter, they are learning and adapting to the ways of war.
Author: Jeremy Ong