Sir:... There were several things I wanted to say to you, and I proposed
also to crack you over the sconce for what you have been saying about us
Sinn Feiners. I suppose you're the sort that would laugh at this story:
He was Irish and badly wounded, unconscious when they got him back to
the dressing station, in a ruined village. "Bad case," said the docs.
"When he comes out of his swoon he'll need cheering up. Say something
heartening to him, boys. Tell him he's in Ireland." When the lad came to
he looked around (ruined church on one side, busted houses, etc., up
stage, and all that): "Where am I?" sez he. "'S all right, Pat; you're
in Ireland, boy." "Glory be to God!" sez he, looking around again. "How
long have yez had Home Rule?"
Tom Daly.
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