Kevin Myers: Loyal sons of Ulster unionism were undone by a bright-eyed tea girl and her beguiling smile
The men of of Ulster Vanguard Volunteers came in from their manoeuvres near the glens of Antrim, and their Commandant-Colonel in Chief, Archibald McBigot, studied them with a proud if rheumy eye.
The IRA campaign had been under way for over a year now, and the British government was already bending one knee, as perfidious Albion could always be expected to do. So now it was time for the loyal sons of Ulster to take their place, on the right of the line.
His men had been through a brutal, no-holds barred commando training session to fight the IRA. They had been taught how to shoot unarmed Fenians from passing cars. They had been schooled in the arts of knifing taig pensioners to death. They had practised the skillful art of bombing undefended pubs. They had learnt how to abduct papist schoolboys. Now they were ready for war!