You already know Ireland: it’s a country of smiles, laughter and people swingin’ and dancin’ to sing-songs where the traditional Irish instruments being strummed hold just as much character as the people dancing to their harmonies. There are a lot of odd stereotypes of Irish people but that one, at least, holds true. Yes, I have stamped my foot and clamped as an old man danced around a pint shyly standing on the floor and it was one of the best nights of my life. Ireland promises peace to all who step foot on her land. We have never called for war or attacked any other nation, evil or not. Even while our people continue to struggle in our British-occupied northern counties, harrowed by the corruption of people not our own, we continue to breed positivity throughout the world. That being said, fighting was a natural part of the Middle Ages and Ireland was no different. In this Ireland, we had kings and royal families, Vikings and barbarians. People fought for survival, sure, but love too. For land and property and of course, family and religion. Please forgive me for this but, if you must, you can make a Game of Thrones comparison. Hahaha yes, Jon Snow you know nothing lol great show! Great show! Gotta go now byeee
There are heroes and figures of history known throughout the world. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, Braveheart of course… Joan of Arc, Cleopatra and Marc Antony to name a few. I’m taking it upon myself to use this blog to shed light on some of Ireland’s historical figures, where I’ll often write about people I believe should be in the public conscience as much as these protagonists of giant Hollywood films. Perhaps if Ireland had a bigger stake in Hollywood you’d already know them. That’s no matter — I’m happy to tell you I’ll only be writing in the classic writing style known as just straight-up, no frills about it PROPOGANDA. This is Irish propoganda. And if you’re even two thirds Irish then I hope you’re just as happy to admonish in it.


Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. Having seen his mother and daughter become wives to this high king, Siltric Silkbeard united an army of Norsemen from Dublin, Ilse of Man and the Herbrides with the Leinstermen (from the Kingdom of Leinster) and attacked Brian’s ally Mael Sechnaill. Now an old man, Brian fought these armies for a year before a decisive battle was had. The Battle of Contarf is an instrumental moment in Irish history. Imagine Vikings, Norse armies and the armies of Dublin and Leinster being the underdogs in a fight, preparing to battle for an entire day against Brian Boru’s army that had united the country. Brian’s army fought ferociously for an entire day as they attempted to repel this army. The sun and moon illuminated the battle as swords, shields and axes clanged against each other already stained with blood. It’s most believed that Brian was too old to fight, and died in a tent. But I’m going to tell you that the supreme leader, High King of Ireland, this admonished monarch fought to his last on the battlefield, sword-in-hand with the iron taste of blood in his mouth. Either way, Brian was slain with a battle-axe and his life ended there, beside his men on this blood-soaked field. His body was taken to Armagh, then Ireland’s religious capital, where he was laid to rest.
Ireland’s history is a mournful one. The 20th century saw so many people dying in the fight for independence. There’s such a high Irish population in New York and Boston because that’s where boats of people escaping Britain’s occupation of Ireland during The Great Famine had landed. But there’s so much more of Ireland’s history to tell. Sometimes, it’s nice to read about high kings battling with swords and shields. So put the sci-fi and fantasy books away and take a trip to Ennis, Ireland. Ollie would love show you around Brian’s home.
Written By Kieran Cunnane




