The Troubles

Gaelcholáiste Luimnigh

Dear mom,

It has been a while since I have last written to you and I know … I know you are probably worried sick about me. I promise you that I am fine and that I am in good health.  The past few months haven’t been the easiest ma’, I’m not going to lie to you. I have seen things that I will never forget, but I’ll make it through the war. I promise you when this is all over I will treat you to a drink or maybe even two in Tim Toms. I assume you have heard about the bombing in Omagh, don’t worry for the second time I’m fine.  I was in County Down when the bombing happened. The morning of the bombing Sr Walter called me into his office to tell me that I would be in Omagh for the evening. Then he changed his mind and recruited another solder to go there. But mammy my heart stopped as soon as I heard the news of the bombing in Omagh. If I were there I could’ve died, that scares me. Mam, I wish you were here to tell me to calm down and not to worry.  Right now, I am in the train on the way to Omagh for the funeral of the men who had died in the bombing. I’m looking out the window and I see dead bodies oozing with dark thick red blood.  Their poor families waiting to here news from them.  I can hear the sound of loved ones weeping to there husband, dad, wife or son dead body shouting at to wake up. I feel a tinkle of water in my eye but I quickly dry my eye with a tissue before anyone could notice the tears running down my face.  Hows everything on the farm? I hope ye are all doing well!  I have to go now the train has just arrived in Tyrone.

With all my love,