AANNNND WE’RE BACK! Didja miss us? No worries, we’ve not forgotten you—life just kinda attacked us at the most inopportune times. School and work, contests, deadlines, vacations. These have been waiting to be shown to everyone, and now they’re getting their chance. (Just some FYI, the next couple strips will be released slowly, once a day to every two days.) Anyway, on with this comic!
Ahh, the double-edged sword.
To be fair, there is my own twist on this one. Honestly, guys, I was turning pages in my library books and webpages, and after a few hours went, “What.” SO. To spare you guys headaches, I’m keeping this one as to-the-point as absolutely possible, and without terms that haven’t been used in the comics. (Such as Sinn Fein and IRA. If you know what they are, cool. If you don’t, it’s okay; I promise. You don’t need to know them to understand the bare basics of what’s going on. We are not judging you! :)
BASICALLY. Ireland, while doing what was in their best interest, never really wanted to be part of the United Kingdom. And you know? Good on ‘em; fighting for what you believe in is a highly-valued trait we like to support, right? Right! Thing is, if you’re fighting a war for anything, you gotta have the right provisions. You have to have enough food, enough ammo/supplies/weapons, and people. Sadly, it was for lack of these things that began to bring the Irish War for Independence to a halt.
Key word in that last sentence? Began.
While they were indeed hurting badly for those things, and it was looking Entirely Not That Great, the people in England were tired of the war. Granted, I don’t think they truly understood what was going on. You live in a First World nation, and you can’t really imagine war being fought downtown, can you? (Granted it was in Ireland and not in England.) But at the same time, that ignorance doesn’t matter when your husband, son, uncle, friend, whomever is going across the Irish Sea to ‘fight.’ You don’t want them there! Who does, amirite? So the English people are complaining and are very Do Not Want, but then they see just how … destructive the war is. Like, literally destructive, and bloody, and it’s being fought by a very driven Ireland.
So the English offer up a truce, basically. They know just what buttons to press, but that puts the Irish in a Super Awkward Position. They can surrender, but that means losing. Or, they can keep fighting—but they’d still, ultimately, end up losing. (Lack of supplies, men, etc.) So this truce is brought up and it’s known as the Anglo-Irish Treaty, which is great and all, but only in that it brings the war to an end. By … definition, I guess.
But that’s a story for the next strip. :) (Including links! Damn you, Chrome, losing my tabs….)