For some the war is never over.

Can you imagine an 80 year old ex English soldier,
sleeping next to an ex IRA soldier also in his 80s?
Well in the ward I worked on,
back in the late 1980s,
this is exactly what happened.

Initially they arrived on the same day,
two elderly gentlemen,
coming in to have the same surgery.
I settled them into their beds,
and introduced them to each other.

However I was young,
Even though I was well aware of Irish/English divisions,
that had marred our country for hundreds of years,
I only applied it to Northern Ireland.
It was there where the “troubles” were.
We lived in the South.small_220399586
All friends here.
Or so I thought.

Looking back I can see now all I missed back then.
One gentleman was Church of Ireland, one Roman Catholic.
One had a very English name,
the other used his full name in Irish.
To people who do not come from Ireland,
these signs are red flags.
They say without words that,
one is an Irish man with Republican views,small_3679731865
and the other an English man, a royalist.

The evening was uneventful,
and both went for surgery the next day.
It was on return the fun began.

They saw each other as representatives of their nation.
So if Mr England would ring the bell for help,
Mr Ireland would mutter in his Irish accent,
saying things like “Nurse you don’t have to do everything he asks”,
or “That fella thinks he rules the world”,
Equally when Mr Ireland would ring,
Mr England would comment in a very proper English accent,
“No manners!”,
or “tut tut tut, disgraceful”.
We had no spare beds,
so our two “friends” could not be separated.

The following day I came to work,
to be met by the sight of Mr England sitting up in bed,small__6188945683
looking very dapper wearing a cravat,
and a handkerchief beautifully folded in his top pocket.
A war medal was pinned to his chest.

Holding back a smile,
I told him he was looking great,
and asked him about his medal.
This was a mistake,
now Mr Ireland thought I had declared for the other side.
Seemingly my Grandfather was now turning in his grave!

Later when visiting time was over,
I went into my two “pals” again,
only to be met with the sight of
Mr Ireland also propped up in bed,
with a handkerchief in his pajama pocket,
and his old IRA beret perched on his head.
It was difficult not to laugh.
Of course I told him he too looked very smart.
He told me his son had brought it in,
and informed me, loudly, that he was “proud to wear it”.

That afternoon a new war began.
Up until then Mr England had had a radio,
and Mr Ireland was making do with the hospital supplied one,
which only came with ear phones, so there was no volume.
Now, along with the beret his son had brought in a radio.
Both radios were blasting on different channels.
I was forced to intervene and the radios were confiscated.
That made me “typical anti British, Irish” in the eyes of Mr England,
and a “traitor to my country” in the eyes of Mr Ireland.
There was no winning this war!

The following day,
for the sake of promoting harmony in the ward,
we decided to skip any peace and reconciliation talks.
Both our gentlemen were moved to different rooms.
They had lived and fought on opposite sides all their lives,
there was little likelihood they would change now.

Their final few days in hospital were peaceful.
Us nurses were able to get to know them as they really were.
Both were husbands and grandfathers,
very much loved by their families.small__4825737373
Two wonderful characters, who had actually so much in common.

For them both however the war was still not over.
They continued to wear their “uniform” for the remainder of their stay.
Just in case, for the sake of their country,
they were called upon to do battle once more,
along the corridors of the hospital.

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14 thoughts on “For some the war is never over.

    1. Thank you. They were indeed very interesting men! Nothing like it ever happened again in my experience. Just one of those events in life you never forget. But it was very funny, there was more that occurred between them that I did not document here.

  1. And another gem of a post. Careful, I’m getting used to my morning trick from Tric! Their conviction is touching. What a pity that patriotism divides people who actually had a lot in common apart from the fact that they were in hospital for the same thing…. On a different note, thanks for your lovely comment – much appreciated 🙂

    1. Your welcome, it was very good. Best of luck with the competition. Glad you enjoyed this story. This country has been torn apart for years by divisions.

  2. I loved this!

    I work in a hospital as well. While I’m not a nurse (support staff only – mainly working with nutrition and maintenance), I too have funny stories that I might relive some day…..maybe….

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