Mural in Free Derry
I remember spending holidays in Derry as a kid, and watching the soldiers poke around in the bushes in my grandmother’s garden looking for arms caches and whatnot. Passing through army checkpoints with the young squaddies peering at you over the sights of their S80s. Walking through the gate in the city walls which had an army bunker built into it, wondering about the guys on the other side, invisible but watching.
All changed now. You can even wander about the Bogside taking pictures and no-one will even bother you.