LETTER from ERNA MORGAN McREYNOLDS Experiencing ‘Rashers’ To ‘Baps’ Just leaving Belfast to go to London was scary. Soldiers dressed in camouflage gear held machine guns and guarded barbed wire topped fences which ringed the airport. I kissed my family through the fence. Security whisked my suitcase away and sealed my handbag in cling wrap until we landed in London. After 10 days in Northern Ireland, I loved the security. I imagined my plane blown up in mid-air, hurtling to…
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