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Dedication Copyright Page Contents Foreword Introduction Duke Street, Derry, 5 October 1968 How an ex-B Special owes his life to a lady on the Falls Road The night Paisley said I worked for the Papist Broadcasting Corporation The ‘honey-trap’ killings of three Scottish soldiers An Irish Setter, a Palestinian hijacker, Derry and me The crews of old Bloody Sunday ‘Get that Irish bitch off the air or someone else will’ Uncle Ted Were the murderers in the room? The little boy who witnessed an attempt on a neighbour’s life The Bloody Friday survivors who inspired me The day the army missed the IRA’s top commander When Edward Heath branded Paisley ‘a disloyalist’ How Paisley turned the jeers to cheers for me My night with a loyalist drag queen and the ‘beast from hell’ An almost fatal knockout The broken spectacles that trapped a Miami Showband killer The beginning of 1976 ‘Why does there have to be bad people in the world? My daddy was good.’ Hidden in the ashes – my terrible reminder of La Mon The day the IRA killed Lord Mountbatten, two teenagers, an elderly woman and eighteen soldiers Gunned down at a football match The murder of my neighbour, Robert Bradford MP ‘Daddy won’t get up’ – murder under a Christmas tree The dirty little secret and the tears of a cub reporter Taking flight with Margaret Thatcher The Maze jailbreak The massacre at Darkley – and the nature of certainty IRA war against border Protestants Death on my doorstep ‘We’ll get you next time, Campbell’ Martin McGuinness in 1986 The Enniskillen Remembrance Day bombing Knocking doors and intruding on grief The lasting impact of the Troubles on my life Taking cover during Michael Stone’s attack at Milltown Remembering Jillian Johnston I still get flashbacks to ‘the corporals’ killings’ The Gibraltar shootings: taking on the censors My brushes with Margaret Thatcher and Prince Charles The killing I’ll never forget Sean Graham’s, Ormeau Road, 1992 The day the UVF told me, ‘We bombed Dublin and Monaghan’ An Irish reporter in the English pack Torment in a country graveyard Ten funerals in one working week ‘The safest place to be was on the pitch’ The Chinook air tragedy David Trimble – the unlikely peacemaker Clinton’s men tried to arrest me under the Christmas lights The five ‘P O’Neills’ who briefed me about the IRA How Drumcree changed my home town A birthday present for Billy Wright George Mitchell – the man who lit up the peace process We were uniquely privileged to do this work An epitaph of sorts Good Friday – a day and night like no other Omagh remembered And then there was Omagh A touch of magic as Hume and Trimble collect their Nobel Peace Prize Rosemary Nelson’s last interview Chronicling the lost lives of the Troubles The tears of Martin McGuinness’s mother The murder of Martin O’Hagan I could see the picture unfold before it happened Bringing Gerard Evans home to his mother My meeting with the woman twice widowed by the UVF Missing the obvious Remembering the victims in the postscript of peace Acknowledgements
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