You have the opportunity to travel back in time.....can you write a few paragraphs about the experience....?
that includes these random phrases?
1. How do you know that will happen?
I just know. Please believe me.
2. Uh,oh,......wrong century.
3. I certainly hope that is not a dinosaur that I hear.
4. Let's not. Let's not...what's the word? Let's not panic.
5. Let's see, I just twist this doo-hicky...oh,God. The knob came off!
6. Now what would our Founding Fathers do in a situation like this?
- 1 decade agoFavorite Answer
'The night was dark, and the battle ended,
The moon shone down, O'Connell Street,
I stood alone, where brave men perished,
Their souls to heaven, their God to meet'.............
Easter 1916 - the Easter Rising in Dublin.
Nowadays, with the Peace Process and the IRA ceasefire holding for the past ten years or so, it is hard to imagine what the forefathers of our Nation had to endure during those turbulant times in Ireland under British Rule. I am truly a pacifist in relation to Nationalism now, but I sometimes wonder what would have happened had I been a young man back in 1916.
All Ireland had been taken over by the British after several failed uprisings and many a good man died trying to make Ireland free. There were of course atrocities on both sides, and the Irish were indeed no Saints. However, the introduction of an Irish Free State promised by the British Liberal Government had been delayed on account of the First World War and the fear of a liaison between the Irish and the Germans. This would have given the Germans a base from which they could have attacked the UK by the 'back door'. The carrot that was dangled encouraged a great many young Irishmen to go to war on the British side. It is said, and how true it is I cannot hazard a guess, but more Irishmen are said to have died in the war than Englishmen. However, with the hope of freedom fading away with the years, thoughts of a timely Uprising gathered momentum, especially when the British Army was floundering and being firmly held on the Western Front in Europe.
This is indeed the period that I would choose to travel back in time had I the means to do so. My mind wanders and indeed I am there:
'We shall never Surrender' Carson in the North was adamant that Ulster would never become a part of a united Ireland. 'I certainly hope that is not a dinosaur that I hear' one of the rebels was quoted as saying 'not only is he living in the past, but even in the wrong century'. In answer, DeValera issued a statement in answer to Carson 'Let's not. Let's not...what's the word? Let's not panic. We have friends in the North who will join us in our struggle and even our supreme sacrifice if need be'. 'Like sh*it' I said 'he doesn't even get a scratch and survives to become President of the Republic'. 'What the hell are you going on about' my friend asked as if I was mad. 'I just know' I calmly told him. Please believe me'.
We had been drilling and preparing for the yet unknown date, when a Declaration would be issued by the Leadership of the IRA under the command of Padraig Pearce. A number of .303 Lea Enfield rifles had arrived by boat from Germany but not nearly enough. However, we tried and practiced. Many of the men had never even seen a gun in their lives and it was quite common for problems to arise. One young boy, no more than fourteen, when it was his turn to fire a rifle was heard to say 'Let's see, I just twist this doo-hicky...oh, God. The knob came off'. We all thought he had in fact broken the rifle but it was nothing to worry about.
The first time I fired it, I nearly broke my shoulder with the kick and not only was I not sure that I could fire a gun in anger, but I even doubted if I would ever be able to simply fire it again. Not only were there Irishmen in our Battallion but also some Welsh, Scots and indeed a couple of Americans. Whenever we met a seemingly unsurmountable problem, Billyjoe, the American always came out with the same statement 'Now what would our Founding Fathers do in a situation like this?'. 'Uh,oh' the Sergeant would forever scold him 'you're in the wrong century'.
Time passed, as time always does, and as Easter approached, the word was more or less out that something 'big' was about to happen. Sheer excitement ran through the villages and towns but Dublin was known to be exceptionally loyal to the Crown and would no doubt back the British.
I was told that our Section would be one of the first to enter and seize the General Post Office in O'Connell Street, where at the appointed time, Pearce would read out the Proclamation of Independance. I doubt if I slept a wink from Spy Wednesday, three days before the Easter Sunday.
On the morning of the Sunday, having been to first Mass, I made my way to the meeting place but nerves took a hold and I was so ill that I collapsed and much to my shame in front of the other comrades, my mother was called and I was taken home in a pram to spend the entire period of the Uprising ill in bed which later was diagnosed as double pneumonia. All the training exercises in the wet and cold in the Wicklow Hills had taken their toll.
I was kept informed of what was happening in Dublin and the surrounds by my mother who was a staunch Republican after giving her a promise never to mention it to my father or his relatives who were the complete opposites and so Loyalist that it was a wonder that the two of them ever married.
It all went well until a British Gunboat was brought up the Liffey and began shelling the G.P.O. causing horriffic injuries and deaths. The Post Office caught fire and the Rising began to crumble. However, a staunch reminder to the British had been shown which would eventually lead to a Republic.
The saddest part of the whole affair was the news that the leaders were to be shot for treason and in the days that followed, the executions were indeed carried out. As I said before, Dublin was a staunch Loyalist enclave, but the shootings were seen by the vast majority of Dubliners as being 'not fair' and within weeks they passed their sympathy to the Rebels. Sadly though, Easter Sunday was not the end of the matter, as a Civil War was to follow in the next few years.
When I think of the times now, I have mixed feelings. Many good, honest and well-meaning men died for the cause but I do believe that any piece of land, is worth the loss of blood that Nationalism can cause.
Finally, to end the song that started this piece:
'They died for Ireland, and Ireland only,
The Harp, the Shamrock, the Green White and Gold'...........
- 1 decade ago
This story takes place with my best friends.
"Natalie? Where are we?" I asked in a timid quiet voice. I was clinging onto my fiancee, Charles. He was caressing my arms, trying to stop me from shaking.
"I don't know. Ever since we stepped into that wierd looking machine, I felt my head spin, and now we're in a jungle." she answered timidly, hiding behind her twin brother Nick.
"Maybe we should try to turn that knob again." Nick answered, grabbing a wierd red ball and twisting it.
"Let's see, I just twist this doo-hicky...oh geez. The knob came off!" Nick held up the knob and Natalie started to cry.
"Now, now sis. Let's not, let's not...what's the word? Oh, let's not panic."
I opened the door to the time machine and stepped out. A big rumble came from above us, and we all looked up. Something flew above us, and disappeared into the trees.
"I certainly hope that's not a dinosaur I hear." Charles said. He pushed us back into the time machine and shut the door.
"Uh oh, I think we're in the wrong century."
Nick pointed to a black handle. "Maybe we should pull that? It might get us out of here."
"How do you know that will happen?" I asked.
"I just know. Please believe me."
Charles pushed Nick aside and pulled the handle. The world spinned around us and he sped through time.
I opened my eyes. We were in a room now. I looked out of the glass time machine and saw a bunch of men crowding around a piece of paper. I recognized Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and John Hancock. They were all staring at us.
"Now what would our Founding Fathers to in a situation like this? I mean, they probably think we're Salem witches or something.
Benjamin Franklin shook in fear. "Men! Grab the torches! It's the Salem witches!"
"Charles, you spoke too soon."
- 1 decade ago
I would like to go back and be a classmate of my mom and dad without them knowing who I was. I would be a friend of theirs and get to spend quality time with my great and grandparents. It would be so interesting to know more about their lives.