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Not conventional war, maybe - but I was reminded of a pub tale once related to me by a retired train driver.
We were not actually talking about weird things at all, but about his childhood trips from the hills above Manchester, where he lived as a teenager, to his parents old home in County Fermanagh. He mentioned that one of the most disturbing things he experienced was not directly associated with the Troubles - but then, afterwards, he sometimes wondered if it was.
In 1970 he and a couple of friends were camping in a field near to the old family farm. As dusk settled they became aware of what they thought was a figure standing behind a hedgerow that bordered the field at some distance. Unnerved, but fortified with cider and teenage grit, they went to investigate but could find no-one, although all of them were sure they'd seen a flesh and blood human being watching them from the cover of the hedge.
The night descended and they made a fire, and sat around drinking and telling stories - all the while putting down the snuffling noises and odd indications of motion that occasionallty disturbed the stillness to cows doing whatever it is cows do at night. Then, well after midnight, an unearthly shriek - like that of a barn owl, but much louder - pierced the night two or three times, followed by a loud rushing sound and the sense of a physical body flying just above their heads; one much bigger than any bird.
Of course they legged it back to the farmhouse, where an initially unconvinced grandfather - sure that they'd just succumbed to nighttime horrors - joked that it couldn't have been the banshee because he hadn't heard that they could fly*.
1970 was bad, but worse was to come - and the area they were staying was then relatively unaffected, but that was to change too. My friend - not someone I would say was prone to flights of imagination or airy rumination - said he often wondered if they'd witnessed something which was somehow connected to what was to come.
*Edit: I'm not exactly sure about this. I have it in the back of my mind that I have heard them associated with flight, but I'm not an expert and I wonder if 'flight' in this case might have been in reference to speed of movement, rather than the ability to get airborne. Whatever, my friend's grandfather clearly didn't attach wings to his banshees.
We were not actually talking about weird things at all, but about his childhood trips from the hills above Manchester, where he lived as a teenager, to his parents old home in County Fermanagh. He mentioned that one of the most disturbing things he experienced was not directly associated with the Troubles - but then, afterwards, he sometimes wondered if it was.
In 1970 he and a couple of friends were camping in a field near to the old family farm. As dusk settled they became aware of what they thought was a figure standing behind a hedgerow that bordered the field at some distance. Unnerved, but fortified with cider and teenage grit, they went to investigate but could find no-one, although all of them were sure they'd seen a flesh and blood human being watching them from the cover of the hedge.
The night descended and they made a fire, and sat around drinking and telling stories - all the while putting down the snuffling noises and odd indications of motion that occasionallty disturbed the stillness to cows doing whatever it is cows do at night. Then, well after midnight, an unearthly shriek - like that of a barn owl, but much louder - pierced the night two or three times, followed by a loud rushing sound and the sense of a physical body flying just above their heads; one much bigger than any bird.
Of course they legged it back to the farmhouse, where an initially unconvinced grandfather - sure that they'd just succumbed to nighttime horrors - joked that it couldn't have been the banshee because he hadn't heard that they could fly*.
1970 was bad, but worse was to come - and the area they were staying was then relatively unaffected, but that was to change too. My friend - not someone I would say was prone to flights of imagination or airy rumination - said he often wondered if they'd witnessed something which was somehow connected to what was to come.
*Edit: I'm not exactly sure about this. I have it in the back of my mind that I have heard them associated with flight, but I'm not an expert and I wonder if 'flight' in this case might have been in reference to speed of movement, rather than the ability to get airborne. Whatever, my friend's grandfather clearly didn't attach wings to his banshees.
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