At this time of year, I often think of Mary Gorman, a 17-year-old farm servant from Ardfert, Co Kerry, whose life was upended by what she saw in the early hours of Good Friday morning in 1916.
Her account of it would later turn her into a media sensation in London, but she was considered a traitor or, at the very least, an informer at home.
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