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Subject: BallyK

Author:
Dave Parker

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Date Posted: 19:14:31 03/23/05 Wed

I remember the BallyKinler episode. I remember being a bit miffed because 49 Bty had been tasked to be 'reception', where the other Bty's where going to have all the fun doing the actual 'dawn snatches'. We arrived at this remote patch of NI quite late in the afternoon and by the early hours of the next morning, this 'Gaulag' had been erected complete with goon towers and a double perimeter fence. Very impressive!

Around seven that morning, the first of the detainees started to arrive and were placed in these wooden huts, totally devoid of any furniture at all. They were spaced out around the walls, sat on the floor with their hands (fingers interlocked) on top of their heads. They weren't allowed to talk or move. I remember having a little fun by copying the WWII movie "The long, the short and the tall" (that I had seen a few weeks before) where the Japanese prison guards went round shouting at the Brit prisoners "Flingers on blonce, flingers on blonce". Christ knows what they thought? but it broke up the monotony for me. They sat there for most of the day and I remember one older guy in particular. I admit, I felt a bit sorry for him at first (he reminded me a bit of my Dad). Because he had sat there so long with his hands on his head, his fingers had swollen to the size of Walls sausages and they looked really painful. The poor sod couldn't get them apart when it came time for him to go for interrogation and he didn't come back to our hut, so I assume he was taken for medical aid somewhere. Didn't feel sorry for the twat for long though as he was reported to be one of the quartermasters for the IRA.

To be cont:...................................

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