Jedes Jahr,etwas neues. Coshquin.Why?

 The report I received was that "Two or three people who I know went into  a checkpoint outside Derry and never been seen again". That report was received from Jim Wray.

I was asked for a "favour".

I asked Wray to leave me alone in the sitting room of Raymond Smith's house and I would come up with something because I had had a very bad time in England and wasn't able to think properly. He left the room. I thought it over.

Two minutes later he returned.

I ordered thata known collaborator-it turned out that he was  a civilian British Army driver-be coerced to  drive a bomb into the checkpoint at Coshquin.

To prevent escape by this collaborator and the British soldiers manning the checkpoint, I advised that we showed him a timer mechanism on top of the explosives whereas the actual radio-activated detonation mechanism was hidden under the explosives. That was my riposte to the fanciful 'cover' story put out by the South Fermanagh/South Leitrim Command of the IRA that a British Army radio scanner (a radio transmitter)  had detonated the bomb at the War Memorial in Enniskillen in November 1987. 

(Kathleen Gleeson, Obersturmbannfuhrerin of those misguided hen-pecked men,was a pathological liar who had wanted to erase all trace of my great-uncle whose name is on the memorial. He was killed in April 1915 at Festubert-Richebourg in the service of the British against German militarism and his cousin not long afterwards).

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The operation was successful and drew the ire of the Bishop of Derry who impeached that I "burn in hell".

Many years later I sought absolution from a "republican" priest based in Enniskillen.

He refused me absolution of my grave sin. I was given absolution by a conservative priest some time later because it weighed greatly on my mind that I had been damned into hell by a bishop.

But....

....it says a lot for people clutching at straws that they regard him as a republican and,even more wide of the mark,Loyalists talk about Provo Priests.

The truth of the pudding is the eating of it.

There is no such thing as a Provo Priest,only one delegated by the bishop to mediate between politico and state (or police and army).