From Cal by Bernard MacLavery :
'The problem with this kind of thing is that people get hurt.' Skeffington leaned forward.
'But compared to conventional war the numbers are small. I know that sounds callous but it's true.
In Cyprus the dead hardly ran to three figures. That's cheap for freedom.'
'I have no stomach for it.' said Cal. His voice was tired.
'Do you think any of us have?' Skeffington stared at him. 'Anybody who enjoyed this kind of thing
would have to be sick. But it has to be done - by somebody. Because we have committed ourselves, Cahal,
it is our responsibility. We have to make the sacrifices. You can't just turn away and say you've
no stomach for it.'
'But to kill a guy on his own doorstep?'
'He was a reserve policeman - one of the enemy. This is war, Cahal.'
'He had it coming.' said Crilly. 'He would have done it to you and got a medal for it.'
Cal sharpened the ash on his cigarette against the side of the ashtray and lit another one from it. He
stared up at the ceiling.
Skeffington said, 'Others can ride on our coat-tails. The Gerry Fitts and the
Humes. It's like a union. Some guys do all the work, others collect the pay rises without so much as a thank
you. You have to steel yourself, Cahal. Think of the issues, not the people. Think of an Ireland free of the Brits.
Would we ever achieve it through the politicians?'
'Too damned right.' said Crilly.