The troubles in Ireland were a strange time of tragedy and sorrow and silence. The story was in the silence between the words. I would drink late in the night along the border where sometimes guards came in after their patrol was over, and sometimes strangers in long coats. It was never easy to know who you were talking to. But sometimes there were funny moments. Like the time an Irish soldier got lost in the snow. 

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