April 1973. Cold morning. Deserted streets. Rows of terraced houses like calloused fingers stretching out Through the city. Silent shadows moving slowly from doorway to doorway.  ...
Anger at previous attempts to portray the British soldier. Anger at the violence and the hatred that became part of a way of life. Anger at the misrepresentation of the facts. Books about Northern Ireland seem inevitably to turn into political analyses or into novels that ...