troubles memories

Born to be mild on my funky moped…

John Mooney on May 13, 2020, 9:58 am

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It was a Saturday afternoon in 1977, and I was on the top deck of a bus going up the Whiterock Road. There was just me at the back and a group of lads at the front. And the bus passed a British Army foot patrol. And the lads started shouting abuse out the windows. So far… so normal. But the foot patrol gave chase, Ran after the bus shouting at the driver to stop. And as they gained ground, …

1987 and the day the RUC saved me from the Lancashire hot pot boys…

Soapbox on February 20, 2016, 9:13 am

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There was so much violence back then. That year alone saw 98 people lose their lives. Like the violence itself, the people who died came from all perceived sides in the conflict. However, almost half those who died were recorded as ‘civilians’. I was a 15 year old civilian in the summer of 1987. Despite the violence that raged around me, my life went on as normal- as normal as it could have been. Each evening, now that school was …