Closing the Ring Page #2

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fighting against Fascism

My son's one of them.

And you... you're a damned traitor.

Cathal.

I say, hello,

are you all right in there?

Hello?

You all right in there?

Cathal, no.

Don't!

We'll not say anything.

If he's a policeman,

I'll kill him!

He's a Brit.

He's Army, not police, Cathal.

He won't know you.

Hold the door.

Come on, Mr Cobb!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Hello?

The door is stuck.

Don't.

Don't say a word.

Evening.

Good evening, Officer.

Everyone all right?

Fine.

We're fine.

Do you think they've gone for

the night, sir?

I think so, but there may be

some unexploded stuff.

So best stay down here

till the all-clear

Could you pass the word.

We need an ambulance

in Market Street.

Four casualties.

I like your helmet.

What on earth is this?

Where did you get it?

Bloody thing is loaded!

Who gave this to you?

You little idiot, Quinlan.

What are you doing with that?

Belonged to his old Da.

From the last war.

Souvenir.

He'll scalp your arse, so he will.

I've got to confiscate this.

No need to tell the police,

though.

Sure, he's only a wee lad.

No.

No need.

Are the police up there now?

The local boys?

Afraid not.

Just my chaps from the barracks.

I'll come up and give you a hand.

Thanks.

Oh, Jesus.

Get the hell out of here, Cathal.

We should have given you up.

You could have, but you didn't.

None of you did.

Is this what we're looking for,

Mr Quinlan?

Just a piece of iron?

Aluminium.

From the fuselage.

Or the wings, maybe.

Biggest piece I ever found - B-17.

You know what that is?

Sure.

It's a rock group.

A band.

It's not a bloody band.

It's an airplane, you eejit.

Oh, right.

Crashed here.

Ten people killed.

Blown to bits.

They've all forgotten,

but I remember.

You remember it crashing?

I heard it.

I lived down the bottom,

Murray Street.

Still do.

What do you do this for,

Mr Quinlan?

What are you looking for?

Why should I be

looking for anything?

Why do you dig all this up then?

Just shut up and

give me a hand here.

See if we can lift it.

Hey, Ethel Ann, come on.

But... okay.

Wilbur?

Oh, no.

Okay, chocks in and checked.

Come on out, sirs.

That was the most incredible

thing I've ever done!

Hello, fellas!

That was fantastic.

Jack, those B-17s are

just the greatest!

It's a piece of cake to fly, too.

Pilot showed us how.

Oh, sure.

You wanna take us up now then,

Chuck?

You know.

I feel like I could though,

you know.

You look swell, Ethel Ann.

Yeah, okay, come on.

Who wants a soda?

Let's go to Joe's.

But I thought you all had classes?

So, we skip one.

You'll get in trouble.

We're all gonna get in trouble,

there's a war coming!

Yes, trouble!

Big trouble!

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