"There are some guys that need to be in an institution!"

Una looked at the room as it took in her remark
"You know the guys. They just HAVE to BE... in, an, IN-STI-TUTION
Her Armagh brogue spelling it out for those that did not get it.
"You know those guys who HAVE to join something. It doesn't matter what it is, they are all still the same type of guys...They HAVE to belong to something. Have someone telling them what to do... what to wear ...you feckin know....? . Because they feckin NEED it. There are loads of guys like that"
" Yeah I know loads of guys like that. I grew up with them"
For sure I knew them.They were part of my tribe. I watched them go off, bright eyed and bushy tailed and then I also watched them come back and flounder on the dry desert sands of self-dependency.

"So... if youse kick with the wrong foot. What the feck you gonna go? Its not just the Army! Its ALL the other feckin institutions that are bared to yer. Police, fire brigade, para-medics, prison service you feckin name it and... AND... if, ..If yer do manage get IN !! ...Then yer OWN feckin tribe disowns yer fer joinin the fucking enemy.... So where the fuck do you go? .........I will tell feckin yer.where you go.. You go to the guys that will that TELL you what to do. The guys with the guns,.. the direction, The ones that tell you that YOU belong there.
I used to see them, with their guns. The squaddies and all "the lads" they are both a load of cunts. Both as bad as each other and you want to know something? They are just the SAME feckin guys"