{{Infobox criminal | name = Patrick Nee | image_name = | image_size = | image_caption = | birth_date = | birth_place = Ros Muc, County Galway, Ireland | death_date = | death_place = | alias = "Pat" | charge = Fixing horse races in 1979 Engineering armored car robbery in Abington, Massachusetts in support of funding the Irish Republican Army (IRA) (1990) | conviction = Racketeering / Arms Smuggling | conviction_penalty = Sentenced to 37 years in prison in 1992 | conviction_status = Released in 2000 | occupation = Former arms trafficker/smuggler Former member of both the Mullen Gang and the Winter Hill Gang | spouse = | parents = | children = }} Patrick Joseph Nee (born December 22, 1944) is an Irish-American former mobster and Irish republican sympathizer. A former member of the Mullen Gang and the Winter Hill Gang, he is a Vietnam War veteran, and author of A Criminal and an Irishman; The Inside Story of the Boston Mob-IRA Connection. Early life Nee was born in Ros Muc, an Irish language speaking village in Connemara, County Galway. He has recalled: Our family had it tough in Ireland, sure, but I'm not going to tell you any of that Angela's Ashes crap to try to gain your sympathy. We might not have had many good clothes, but Ma washed them every day. There was always good food. In fact, Ma never let my brothers and I go to bed hungry. And I remember falling asleep every night to a penetrating fire that burned until early morning. Nee's four maternal aunts had already emigrated to the US, three to Boston and one to Pittsburgh, influencing the Nee family's decision to settle in Boston. Nee's father emigrated to the U.S. in 1952 and for a year worked as a laborer. He got a house together for his family and sent his wife the passage money a year later. Their cousins drove them down to Cork, where they boarded an RMS Britannic for the trip to America, settling in South Boston, Massachusetts. Nee became a member of the Mullen Gang at the age of 14 and fought in several turf battles. He has recalled, My progression to crime was as easy as a baby's transition from crawling to walking. I didn't have an epiphany; I never sat down and had a soul searching experience in which I decided that being