army paid for with the King’s shilling, ye turned ye’re guns on us. Oskar left for Germany, and poor old Mick was shot in the back, shot while he walked down the street in his own city, by your crowd. I have his young fella working here now, a lad that grew up without his father.’ Charlie shook his head. ‘The Free State army threw me in jail again after we lost touch, and do you know what? The Brits taught ye well, all you so-called men who turned their backs on their brothers in arms. Your lot tortured and terrorised us every bit as efficiently as the Black and Tans before them, the good
