I used to think that it was the mindset of the older generation in Ulster that made things drag on like they are, the old UVF UFF UDA LVF Crew, But I
have to say that I was wrong, you see the thing is with it being such a small country north and south almost everyone knows someone or several people
who were killed by whatever group, Ulster has a population of 900,0000 and this makes it real to everyone, that hate does not go away over night, I
was always made aware when I was growing up who the enemy was and still is to this day, and its got nothing to do with the good Catholic people of
People think that things have chilled out over here, that the Ira has been on ceasefire for years now and the loyalists have been good boys too, sorry
to say that total lies, the fact is and it is a fact, the people of Ulster were sold out by the British Government when the new labour came into
effect,(thatís why you will hear so many people such as myself say the words, BRING BACK MAGGIE, Margaret Thatcher was just about the only one who
took no S**t from the IRA she did not and would not negotiate with terrorists. But that aside, As long as the IRA keep there hands (and Bombs) Of the
streets of England and out of the main land (ie) England, London, the British Government sees things with rosy tinted glasses on.
No I donít think that there will ever be peace in Northern Ireland, I donít think that the people will let it happen, Its not the older generation you
have to worry about anymore over here, itís the young lads, you have no idea how wild it is over here at this time, the younger lads are so mad in the
head, its sometimes funny the things they do, but not funny haha, funny what the F**K!!.
I am in my lower 20ís and when I was about 15-ish to 19-ish I ran with the crowd. We got up to some stuff I can tell yee, wee jimmy, Ginko and Darren
lol, If there was a riot we were always in the thick of it, if there was a bottle of Buckfast to be drunk and a few bits of wild old crack to be had,
we were always there. BUT we always ran with the British Army, they were our army our lads our boys fighting with us ageist the IRA and INLA.
When we were hit by the provos we were hit hard, damn hard, sometimes you had to do things you did not want to do, just to get through it, sometimes
you had to hit back doing things you would never talk about, things you dream of, things you donít want to remember, but that was the way of it that
was life and when you knew no different.
You can take the firepower out of it, but you will always have the mindset and will to do things, if you take my gun away and a man wants to kill me,
I will break his neck or hit him with a hammer. And thatís what your up ageist in Northern Ireland.
One night at the top of a road, one of the famous Shankill Butchers (and this is how they got there name) was killing a catholic trying to saw his
head of while he was still alive with a wood saw, the army was coming up the road, in seeing this the shankill butcher put his feet on the young mans
shoulders grabbed his head and then tried to pull the mans head off, the mans neck was broke and he died, just one of the Shankill Butchers stories,
the only thing about wee stories over here is, all of what you hear happened and if anything they left bits out as not to seem to mad in the head.
[Edited on 12-3-2003 by PureDarren]