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Hiding in an abandoned house along the beach in Dublin, I look out the window at the sea. All I can see are the British ships docking, and unloading waves of Q5s and Q6s, with even more still waiting for deployment. And then there's the Spanish and Polish mercenaries fighting alongside them. I duck under a window as I hear the sound of British Q4s flying recon overhead.

Multiple attempts at resistance, but the occupation continues. British troops roam the streets, waiting for a resistance effort to crush. They and their TWO allies. Like so much of Europe these days, eIreland is nothing but a cause to fight for. But the resistance will fight on here, in Italy, in Portugal, in Albania, in Canada, in Norway, in Sweden, in Finland, and elsewhere.

With that in mind, I run from the house, hoping not to be seen. After running for awhile through the city, I find the Dail building, the home of Ireland's congress. High above it flies the British Union Jack, blowing in the wind. Picking up a rock from the side of the road, I throw it upwards as hard as I can. It flies right into the flag, dragging it to the ground. Opening my bag, I pull out three cans of spray paint, green, orange, and white. Ten minutes later, on the front door there is an enormous Irish flag.

Hearing the sound of a British patrol coming down the street, I unstrap my rifle from my back, and run off into the countryside. There the resistance will continue, until we are free.