Only a few of the barracks buildings are still standing, as new housing is under construction. The mortars hit in the center left. It’s strange to hear people blithely talk about a hard border and abrogating the Good Friday Agreement. There were a number of bombings when I was in Ireland in 1975 and 1977. I never saw anything, but a number of times I read in the paper about a bombing in a city I had just been in, or was heading towards. A classmate of mine always wore a scarf because she had been leaving a post office when a bomb fragment tore off part of her scalp. Crossing the border as a naive American teenager I caused several British soldiers to take a knee. I’d pointed a metal object in their direction and they reciprocated, however unlike me sans camera.