[quote=The Analyser]The usual stereotypical rubbish from you. There is nothing comic about the death of a great man. Nor is the fact that the guy was inexperienced in ambushes (he was a planner, not someone who staged them) or that he had taken some whiskeys for his cold and was jarred, stage Irish. The fact that you think that simply reflects your own warped psyche. Collins had a heavy cold. That is recorded. His colleagues recorded that while he never drank while travelling around the country, because of his cold he agreed to take a couple of hot whiskeys when pushed to do so by friends concerned about the cold. His colleagues also thought that as he was in his native Cork he may have felt more at ease and at home, and thought of himself under less threat. By the time he left the last venue they record that he was "scuttered". One of them joked that Mick might finally get a good night's sleep, rather than being up to all hours working.Originally Posted by Cael
When the ambush by some republican idiots happened, they did not know who was in the convoy. They were just attacking a travelling convoy. Collins told the convoy to stop, overruling an order to "drive on, for fuuck sake." Those with experience of attacks assumed normal positions. However Collins had not had that experience during the War of Independence - his role had been different, as the brains, not the brawn, of the independence movement - and got himself into an exposed position. Because of the whiskey his judgment and speed of movement was flawed. One of the republicans fired on what they presumed was just a soldier. The bullet bounced and hit him on the back of the head, blowing open part of his skull. That is what witnesses on all sides said happened.[/quote:28ifj2yp]
You know Anal-yser, you missed your calling as a comedy writer. This is classic comedy. A general gets a cold in the heart of enemy territory - so what does he do? Drinks a load of hot whiskey and leaves himself totally unable to command his troops - or even keep himself out of harms way. Indeed, he puts his men at risk trying to save his drunken ass. He couldnt even get hit by a straight shot, but catches a re-bound. And this great soldier who has planned so many successful ambushes against British forces is so drunk that he forgets that a lone man standing in the middle of the road with a hand gun hasnt got a snowflakes chance in hell against men on high ground with rifles. A truely comic end. Much more Groucho Marx than Euripides.
Call me a romantic if you will, but I much prefer my scenario.



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