There I was, fighting in the GPO alongside a true rebel, James Connolly. We were taking part in the Easter Rising of 1916. Connolly was a terrific leader and I was assigned to him because I was a member of his Irish Citizen Army. By now the British had over 16,000 soldiers but we only had 1600 rebels. It was the Friday in the Rising and there I was in the GPO. But all of a sudden I heard a bang coming in our direction. As it flew towards us I couldn’t see what it was but then I realised it was a cannon ball. The GPO was on fire. How could I get out? Would I live?