"Blod' strode into the bar, then suddenly halted, puzzled, and started moaning"
Hey, dat ain't d'Bru na Boinne,is it ? Must be mistakin', t'be shure...
Anyway, oy need a drink o' twelve, un' dis wun will do foine.
Oy do recall naow, dat's where's ol' Nick's barkeep un' owner, long toime no seen him 'round.
"She sat on a stool, at the bar, and call out to the man behind it."
Lad, could ye pour mae a point o' ale ? oh wait, and get mae a glass o' yer foinest whiskey.
"As soon as the her glass was put in front of her, she grabs then raise it"
To the lost. Slainte !!.
"she drinks half of her glass in one gulp"
So, telle mae, laddie; where ol' O'Flannigan ? oy've been lookin' 'round, un' oy've nae seen him 'ere.Wasn't he in charge un' owns d'place ?
Where's Dara, where's Marion, where be d' McCealleach Brodhers ?
Ye see lad, oy miss dh'old toimes, all d'fellas oy use tae floy widh' are all gone naow, retoired, jailed o' worse, oy say.
At least Nick found a noice place fer hees ol' days, un' naow 'ees gone too ? Oy cannae believe it !
Sees, all d'faces, oy see, are new 'ere, as are d'wuns o' d'mateys oy use tae floy alongsoide.
Naow oy got tae lead rookies into d'battle un' all. Can ye believe most o' em ne'er had tae foight 'gainst dem squaddies ?! Damnú air !
Un' ye know what ? Most o' em won't last wun more year. 'Ve seen so many o'em fell in d'moist o' d'battle !
Look ! Durin wun o' mae last patrol, was leadin' a pack o' new wolves when we were caught by d'squaddies in New London.
Oy had tae challenge d'squaddies' patrol leader, tae make shure d'odhers could retreat meanwhoyle.
It took some toime, but t'be shure, oy shot dat templar down. But ye know what ? Whoyle oy wa foightin', d'lads got bored un' engaged d'remainin' o' d'squaddies, un' all went down, wun afta' d'odhers.
So had tae get roide o' all dat darn patrol.
Fortunatly fer d'rookies , all d'pods were fontionals, un all made it tae Traffie.
Sadly, oy know dat wun day our good fortune will cease, tis just a madder o' toime.Un' dat day, we'll lose again d'foinest o' our people.Oy say we cannae lose more ship o' poilots, but d'younger tin' nutin' but tae join in d'fray !
E'en oos d'vets should be more carefull. Oy maesel' ran inta trouble last toime oy went tae cambroidge tae foight d'sars off 'ere.
Was caught by wun o' d'squaddies on d'wrong ship, D'lad overwhelmed me un' had tae flee frem battle , troyin' tae reach Lisburn safe.
But oy wasn't 'bout succeed ad all, as mae ship was badly damaged by a moine, un' havin' dat squaddie on mae heels.
In fact oy didnnae made it all, but tanks t'd'help o' SIderae, was able tae take d'templar down rammin' it widh mae own ship whoyle oy was ejectin'.
Dis day, mae pod wasn't caught in d'blast o' d'moine un' o'd'two vessels explosion, and oy made it tae Lisburn.
Lemme say, oy do really fear d'day oy'd run outta luck. See what oy mean ?!
"A buzzer sounded, and she took her comms module out of her handbag.
She looks worried "
Un' what it is ,naow ? Oy got messages frem complete strangers.
Excuse mae, oy gotta sort it aout, laddie.