ImagineSeptember 1971
When Pat decided to drop his trousers and moon at the bus carrying pensioner's towards the M1 motorway, I never slowed my pace. Instead, increasing my speed when entering the rear gate of the hospital, wondering how many of them had fainted on their way out of the city.
The year had passed in a blur of counter-interrogation classes, militant seminars, information gathering, and drills in the mountain glens.
It was during one of those exercises, in July, that Pat and I had discovered the most remarkable grove. Sharing it with Rod and Feets, and swearing an oath to keep it a secret.
Warning Pat, to tell nothing to Greavey, or Tub as he'd become known, as they’d become much too chummy.
Then on the first Saturday morning in August. Standing with a dozen other boys fr
