title: Dark Times, Decent Men: Stories of Irishmen in World War II
author:  Neil Richardson 
description: 'human stories, worth recording, and fascinating to any military history enthusiast' -- Tuam Herald 'pick up the book at random and you'll find a story you can't abandon until it reaches its end' -- Tuam Herald 'thanks to the efforts of Richardson, the sacrifices of these 'decent men' live on ...' -- Lancashire Evening Press 'moving collection of stories about Irishmen who fought in World War II' -- Nenagh Guardian 'valuable and interesting record' -- Books Ireland 'very well illustrated throughout' -- Books Ireland 'dramatic first-hand accounts of the Irish who went to fight' -- Irish Independent 'the pictures ... are excellent' -- Irish Independent 'the author has revealed many new stories ... especially about the largely unexplored Irish-American experience' -- Irish Independent 'fascinating ... interesting' -- Books Ireland 'an easy read, enjoyable and a timely reminder of the high price paid in the defence of democracy by Irish men and women in the Allied forces' -- Books Ireland 'this great, easy-readable book should make the reader proud to be Irish after finding out about the exploits of so many ordinary Irish men and women who fought in WWII' --An Cosantoir
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  Midnight Runner
  
  
  
  
  
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  IN THE BEGINNING
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter 1.
  
  
  
  
  
  DANIEL QUINN WAS A GOOD ULSTER NAME. IRISH Catholic, as a young man, his
  grandfather had fought with Michael Collins during the Irish War of
  Independence, and then, a price on his head, he'd fled to America in 1920.
  
  
  
  
  
  He'd become a construction worker in New York and Boston, but it was as a
  member of that most secret of Irish societies, the Irish Republican
  Brotherhood, that he'd begun to gain real power. Employers learned to fear
  him. Within a year, he was an employer himself and on his way to becoming a
  millionaire.
  
  
  
  
  
  His son, Paul, was born in 1921. From an early age, Paul was obsessed with
  flying, and in 1940, while a student at Harvard, he'd traveled to England on
  impulse and, using his father's name, joined the RAF as a fighter pilot, an
  American volunteer.
  
  
  
  
  
  His father, anti-Brit, was horrified and then proud of him. Paul earned a DFC
  in the Battle of Britain, and th