Conor Dillon – Beginnings Excerpt 26
Conor punched him in the face, then kicked him at the back of the knee, so that he stumbled and fell, he was however soon back on his feet, he gave Conor a right hook that knocked him down Conor was just about to retaliate when his Father and Uncle arrived. They had come to see what all the commotion was about.
‘Arrest that man!’ ordered Lord Dillon, ‘Assaulting your Senior Officer, this time you have gone too far, O’Rourke.’ ‘Wait!’ cried Conor, ‘I was teaching this man some unarmed combat tricks that I wish my men to become familiar with, I ordered this man to attack me.’
‘Is that the gospel truth, Shamus?’ He asked my teacher. ‘It is my Lord, it may seem a little unorthodox, but Conor wants to mould the men his own way and I for one think they might just work!’
‘I have no objection to Conor putting his own stamp on the unit, in fact I welcome it, but I would like to be kept informed of what is going on, if that is not asking too much.’ with that comment the Senior Officers turned and left.
‘You were a very lucky man, O’Rourke,’ said Black Michael, ‘You would have gotten at least fifty strokes of the cat ‘o nine tails, Or maybe they would have just hung you to save the mess, either way, I think you owe Conor Dillon, big style.’
‘I know and understand, Conor Dillon, If you will have me I’m your man, I promise to serve you faithfully. ‘Accepted, Paddy here’s my hand on it, Conor smiled and added, ‘Oh and just be a little gentler with me next time.’ A ragged cheer went up from the volunteers, now they all wanted to fight for Conor Dillon!
(C) Damian Grange 2018