Fair play.

Once, in the 1920's, when the English soldiers used to put up road-blocks , so that they could search cars for carrying arms or even suspected persons, Linda came to the obvious remains of a roadblock in a rural part of the west of Ireland, where there were signs of recent activity; trampled grasss, broken branches, and even an emptyand battered looking car.

She stopped to look for any one who might need her attention. Suddenly, she heard a groan. Nearby, there was a deep ditch, in which lay a British Tommy holding his head. She went to him, checked him over, and told him, "Don't move, I'm going for help."

She drove as quickly as she could to the nearest barracks, ran to the door, leaving the engine running, and shouted, "I am a nurse, taking an emergency case to hospital. There is one of your men in the ditch, hurt, back at Finner Crossroads. You had better get help for him. I must go!"She ran back to her car, and shot off.

Some months later, she was in Dublin, taking a deaf and cranky elderly aunt for a drive, when she met another roadblock. The car was halted for questioning. Her aunt, very deaf and shouting," Drive on, Linda! Why are we stopping?" Just then, a British soldier came over to see what all the commotion was about. He looked into the car, at the driver. His face never changed, as he turned to the other soldiers and said, "I know this lady; you may let her drive through."

It was the same soldier Linda had met at Finner Cross in the west!