The Boy From Clonakilty
All Ireland hated the Black and Tans and the cruelty they brought with them. But this lieutenant. The boy bore his own special hatred for reasons of his own.
He raised the Enfield, tucked it into his right shoulder. He adjusted the sights onto the officer for the shot, the bold shot he was about to take.
In an age where every word is a potential weapon and every hurt feeling a crime scene, the loudest moralists aren’t protecting the vulnerable—they’re auditioning for the Inquisition.