I understand Sweeney.
You have given everything and risked your life for the cause.
You have seen fine men and good friends die bloodily.
Your own leaders have betrayed you for fat British salaries and gold plated British pensions.
You perhaps have blood on your own hands.
You could never accept that it was all for nothing.
That all you have gained and more could have been had years ago with no killings.
I bear you no ill will Seamus.
Good luck,
Keith.