It was May 11th, the first month of summer and the day was okay. It was in the papers that there was a war starting in the morning and we would be getting prepared at the Granard Butter Market this evening at 7 o’clock. After supper we went down to the butter market. There were tanks and guns and lasers and all. They were digging out trenches in the football pitches. It was the next morning and the war had started. All the men had to join it or they’d be killed. It turned night time and the sound of guns and the deafening screams echoed through the cold night.