HF A RIC rebel

*Philip Mackenzie, A British man, who first hand saw the horror of 1916, each execution, each shoot out. It felt abnormal, even for the British. A few weeks from 1916 and it seemed to be quiet, Philip was in his office most of the time, filing out reports, sorting out the documents in Dublin Castle, he read over many of them during his spare time, learning about each person and their roles in the Irish Easter rising. Every day seemed the same till...* *One day, Philip's fellow colleagues asked him to run to the store to buy more bread, Philip had no choice but to say yes, so he got out of his uniform jacket and he got a farmers hat and brief bag, he went out down the road and towards the nearest town. Down there, he managed to get the bread, and for a discount. While he was walking down the street he found a pack of people, all around the rebellious Michael Collins who was giving out a speach, he couldn't help but observe the whole thing* "I'm here to rebuild the foundation of our land, our land has been taken, our country has been taken. By the Brits, the government, they failed to put me down like the rest of 'em, and I won't go down without a fight! A fight I will keep going till I die! Till I die and rot. These R.I.C *[At this point the R.I.C have already began to patrol around the crowd]* can try to beat me, strike me down, shoot me! Anything they can! And once they do, who'll take my place!?" *The crowd chanted* I can't hear you! Who'll take my place! *Once then they all charged at the R.I.C, beating them to the bloody pole. They even didn't hesitate to go after Collins, Philip had enough of this and pushed his way in the crowd, getting beat down by the Irish in the process but after he got back up and went towards to Collins, he went to punch one of his own men, making him drop Collins to the ground, but he got hit right in the back with a bation and fell to the ground, he hit his head and everything was a blur after... Suddenly he woke up, looking around a room. He seemed to be in a panic*