Sunday, Bloody Sunday

I lived and worked in Londonderry aged 20.

I WAS the enemy. I was the uniform behind a 3am raid raid on a wife alone with her three kids.

I used to go to work in a helicopter. Or in a Landrover that was frequently shot at.

I WAS threatened by a pissed off mother of three who’d had her home invaded by soldiers with guns and an agenda.

I totally understand where she was coming from. I’d do the exact same in her sitch.

Londonderry is actually a lovely place. The countryside is all forests and waterfalls and streams and peace.

Shame about the humans :o(

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