RIP Bobby Sands

I was just going to post the very same thing.

I wish I had just a wee bit of their strength and determination,but I don’t.

 

I can't find appropriate words to describe how I feel after reading the the last few pages of this thread, but thanks for posting the diary updates @Henrik 07 .

RIP BOBBY SANDS

 

A history worth sharing and I'm learning more about each time.


The ultimate sacrifice giving up life for the better of those left behind

 

They wont be remembered the way they should officially in the long run, but pivotal isn't a big enough word to describe how much this lead to where we are now.

All we can do is look forward, & I have to say Michelle O'Neill & Emma Little-Pengelly right now are showing the way, going to NI matches & Ireland rugby matches alike, wearing an Armagh scarf & playing hurling, thats what we need!

 

Think the opposite mate, as time moves on, the more flawless and deified hero’s they become. A lot like similar guys that made hard choices and stood by belief’s like Nelson Mandela or probably more accurately for my point - Che Guevara.

It’s not something they would be on board with that - heroes they were, and men that done such an ultimate prolonged brave sacrifice that had a * impact, and Bobby Sands in particular is a man who is to be admired.

But Sands also in Particular would want warts and all, flaws and all, and the full truth of the time and what drove them to something as drastic as they what they done. Rather than flawless martys, learned through a song.

Honestly, if anyone hasn’t and if you’re interested in history and a very unique special individual - read up all you can on Bobby Sands. One of the only guys that I latched onto as a youth as a hero, that getting older and reading more and more about cemented that more. Most don’t hold upto the ideal, he surpasses it. Saying that, Mandela’s the other one for me that does.

2 out of 3 I mentioned probably * my point a bit

 

St Patrick’s Day today and, as usual, nothing noticeable. I was at Mass, my hair cut shorter and much better also. I didn’t know the priest who said Mass.

The orderlies were giving out food to all who were returning from Mass. They tried to give me a plate of food. It was put in front of my face but I continued on my way as though nobody was there.

I got a couple of papers today, and as a kind of change the Irish News was there. I’m getting any news from the boys anyway.

I saw one of the doctors this morning, an ill-mannered sort. It tries me. My weight was 57.70 kgs. I had no complaints.

An official was in with me and gave me some lip. He said, ‘I see you’re reading a short book. It’s a good thing it isn’t a long one for you won’t finish it.’

That’s the sort of people they are. Curse them! I don’t care. It’s been a long day.

I was thinking today about the hunger-strike. People say a lot about the body, but don’t trust it. I consider that there is a kind of fight indeed. Firstly the body doesn’t accept the lack of food, and it suffers from the temptation of food, and from other aspects which gnaw at it perpetually.

The body fights back sure enough, but at the end of the day everything returns to the primary consideration, that is, the mind. The mind is the most important.

But then where does this proper mentality stem from? Perhaps from one’s desire for freedom. It isn’t certain that that’s where it comes from.

If they aren’t able to destroy the desire for freedom, they won’t break you. They won’t break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show.

It is then we’ll see the rising of the moon.