It was a usual afternoon in Compound 21 of the Long Kesh prison. It was summer, a nice day and the usual routine of studying, walking, training was in play. Within minutes that had all changed. Each cage or compound had a small wooden hut outside the perimeter fence where prison staff would work from. Usually there were 3 or 4 per hut along with a senior officer. We became aware that the contingent of prison staff had went off post but the relief crew did not appear. We would have been aware of their routines as they were of ours. This was distinctly odd.
