"The pacifism more than the fleeing to America, I think," he muses, considering his coffee. He's also considering adding some of Guy's whiskey to it, but even for him it feels early.

"I could understand why people would want to get out of Ulster. I could not understand why anyone would not want to fight the injustice of it all."

He remembers the night the unionist police barged into their home, hauling them all out of bed on information long past its usefulness.