'Just a Garda' doesn't have a bubble to retreat to when going gets tough
It was a Friday night and there was danger in the air. The men were drunk or drugged and the women were driving them on. Why this was happening I really do not know.
The drunk and doped men began to fight. It was vicious. There were no rules here. Kicks and headbutts had blood spurting and as one lad fell to the ground from a vicious punch, I could see the eyes rolling around in his head. I thought he was dead. You could hear the dull thud as his skull cracked off the pavement. More blood.
I called the gardaí. There were a couple more people on the phone too. My guess is they were also dialling 999.