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Good day, today, Will, good day! We showed them Fenian
bastards. They learned a valuable lesson, didn't they!?
They won't be protesting much longer, now. They know
we won't tolerate any of their nonsense, or it's the
boards for them. They think they're special, do they?
Not for long.
Watch it! Apologize to the woman for not paying attention.
"Look
where you're going, you bastard screw!"
Never mind her glare. Home's not too much further,
now. She won't be glaring for long. Her scum brother
and son and neighbor will be in uniform soon enough.
Our boots'll be nice and shiny, then! She'll be the
one apologizing over and over when we bump into on
the street.
Look at all those slogans shouting hatred and defiance
at us, Will. Maybe after your boots are polished the
filth should do away with them. Let the people see
their heroes, then! Can you just see it? The Fenian
soldiers all dazzling in a line! Loverly numbers blazing
like badges of honor across their uniforms! Laboring
for their country by scrubbing away the 'Brits Out'
and the dead patriots' murals 'til their hands bleed.
Here we are - home, sweet, home! Shut the little gate
now and look around. All right, Will - there's no
gunmen to be seen. Ah, there's the wee ones in the
yard! Look at the little girl, WIll, with your eyes
and chin. She'll make a fine woman, just like her
mother. Here's the lad, Will, named for yourself,
wanting to be just like you. He shakes your hand like
a man, and a great one he'll be, too. Now, where's
the wife? There she is, that lovely, strong woman
who gave us these beautiful children.
She wants to know how your day was, but she sounds
strange. What's wrong? She's got tears in her eyes,
now, as she tells you about the news she read. She's
heard about the filth rotting in England - that one
with the leg. We don't understand! Why is she crying
over that cad? She would die if it were her son in
a cell in such pain being punished for what he thought
was right, trying to take care of his family and countrymen.
She's sobbing now, unable to understand why.
"Do
you treat them so poorly, too, Will?"
Do we, Will? We don't treat them poorly! We treat
them as they should be treated. But she's looking
at us through those tears, Will, waiting for an answer.
The woman we love, who we hide nothing from. Give
her a kiss and a smile. Good man.
"Of
course we don't treat them any different from the
other prisoners!" Them Fenian bastards!
"What
kind of a man do you have me for? I wouldn't begrudge
a man for doing what he thinks is best for his family!"
Look around again, make sure none of their friends
are hiding with their rifles, waiting to tell her
just what we do to the scum.
"I'm
no bigot!"
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