One of the great sadnesses of my life was not being able to visit Donegal in 1979, even though a train went by every day through the town of Balbriggan. Why? The only answer I was given at the time was to blame it on William of Orange, who lived in 1650? Never made sense to me, why all these handsome young Irish lads would want to kill one another. But that's just the way war is. It's never made sense to me. Thankfully, due to the good efforts of many (yourself included), things have finally changed for the better, calmer minds prevail and violence is no longer the order of the day.