Mom, in a little over an hour they're going to shoot me. I'm going to refuse the blindfold and a last cigarette (since I gave up smoking years ago). I'll try to say something insightful and yet witty and remember, Mom -- you were in my thoughts to the last.

I hope someone writes a tear-jerking song about it, like they have about Padraig Pearse and James Connelly and all those guys.