Our HQ was an old, disused cow house with a leaking roof; it was cold and damp, with broken doors and windows….
We were guarded twenty-four hours a day by local Volunteers, while the Cumann na mBan women prepared our meals, and we were never short of food. The local people of Baile Mhúirne and Clondrohid brought us daily supplies of bread, milk, butter, eggs, bacon and turf. The present generation will, I am sure, find it hard to understand the generosity….. They had a humane, kind-hearted streak in their hearts for us, and I can tell you seóinins [selfish people] were few and far between during that period early in the twentieth century.
from Memoirs of an old Warrior, compiled and edited by Dónal Ó Héalaithe
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