He told it as it was. How his brother had been shot dead by the SAS, five bullets pumped into his back. The RUC had told his brother he would be dead before Christmas and he was. No one in authority came to the home to tell his Mother what had happened. There were no enquiries or explanations. When they finally got his clothes from the RUC, they were in shreds, torn apart like his body by the force of the bullets.