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What do we do if we come across trouble, sir?’ Cahill asked, slapping at a fly. ‘As much as I enjoy giving the rebel turds a walloping, it should be down to the Militia to keep the buggers in check.”They are doing their job,’ Mullone said, glancing at a free-standing Celtic Cross that had once been a prominent feature beside the road, but was now strangled with weeds, besieged with dark moss and deeply pitted with age.’If you call plundering, fighting and torture work, sir.”You don’t have much faith in the peace talks then, Seán?”No, sir. There’s more chance of me taking holy orders and becoming the Pope than there is of peace,’ Cahill replied. ‘The negotiations that spout from the politicians mouths are nothing but wet farts.

What do we do if we come across trouble, sir?’ Cahill asked, slapping at a fly. ‘As much as I enjoy giving the rebel turds a walloping, it should be down to the Militia to keep the buggers in check.”They are doing their job,’ Mullone said, glancing at a free-standing Celtic Cross that had once been a prominent feature beside the road, but was now strangled with weeds, besieged with dark moss and deeply pitted with age.’If you call plundering, fighting and torture work, sir.”You don’t have much faith in the peace talks then, Seán?”No, sir. There’s more chance of me taking holy orders and becoming the Pope than there is of peace,’ Cahill replied. ‘The negotiations that spout from the politicians mouths are nothing but wet farts.’-from Liberty or Death