I just finished watching Bloody Sunday with my pinko nephew. Frankly I'm surprised he rented such a fine patriotic film. It's set in Derry, Ireland on January 30, 1972. On that fateful Sunday, many of the Queen's paratroopers earned their combat pins. They were tested under fire. The pinko-pacifist MP, Ivan Cooper, organized a Civil Rights march. Gallant British fighting units were on hand to keep the peace. When the mob got out of hand, they established order with an iron fist.
Revisionist "historians" will tell you the paratroopers overstepped their bounds. They'll cite the fact that no independent source collaborated the official army account. No marcher nor resident saw a gunman nor nailbomb explosion. Neither an Irish, nor a British nor a foreign journalist described such occurances. No physical evidence supports the official claim. No British soldiers were hit by bullets and no spent bullet casings were found where supposedly unarmed civilians crouched in the streets.
Nobody can deny that Catholic Micks detest British soldiers. When these brave men saw Micks running home to get their weapons, they acted accordingly. They shot 'em in the back. Sure that seems inappropriate. But nobody runs home to get their weapon backwards. They run home as fast as possible. The result is a bullet in the back. In the end, a bad situation was avoided. The mob never had a chance to arm itself. The whole affair was limited to twenty-seven shot and fourteen killed.
These pinkos can whine all they want. The British conducted an exhaustive investigation into the affair. The Widgery Tribunal concluded the British Army acted appropriately. The Queen even tagged medals upon the chests of two officers who coordinated the British response. I'd like to personally welcome the Queen's Army into the Coalition of the Willing. You fit right in, mates.
Yours, etc. etc.
Admiral B.D. Afternoon