We attended the military parade in Dublin today to celebrate the 90th anniversary of the 1916 Rising. It was almost
strange to see a review of any military in these times - let alone the Irish Defense Forces. And yet it was a very genuine
and heartfelt thing. I had never seen so many ex-servicemen wearing medals proudly pinned to anorak or fleece. Ireland does
not offer many public venues for that kind of display. And suddenly the Joe Dub who you would walk past without a second glance
demonstrated some past and service beyond the norm. Most moving of all were the contingent of old U.N. comrades who dated
their service back to the bloody Congo of the early 'Sixties. Dublin and the Dub wit was out in the afternoon sunshine. When
the first detachment of scrubbed and shining officer cadets marched by with sabres presented at parade, some 'wan' in the
crowd shouted "Charge!" Laughs all round.
I was saddened to read this morning of the death of John de Courcy Ireland at the age of 94. A man of many parts, if ever
there was one. Teacher, maritime historian, socialist, peace campaigner, lifeboatman, linguist and speaker. In Ireland, he
founded the Maritime Museum and the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament. He, almost singlehandedly, reminded the Irish that an
island is surrounded by water. RIP.