RTE Nationwide 31 07 2005
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- Опубліковано 5 лют 2025
- This is a VHS conversion of the RTE Nationwide TV show which aired on the 31.07.2005
This episode featured:
30 year anniversary of the Miami Showband killings
25 year anniversary of the Buttevant Rail Disaster
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Buttevent story starts at 13:37
The conspiracy theories (as below) are absolute abject nonsense, and an insult to the dead.
Sets of points are on every railway - it's how trains switch from track to track. They weren't "put" there.
When a train was due, they were meant to be secured with clamps so that the train could pass over at low speed. Errors wee made in doing this, and the driver did not have enough notice, so he hit the points too quickly.
You should listen to his paranoid medicated boomer ramblings. absolute shit show.
Since when is reporting six months of terrorist threats and two incidents conspiracy theory? You are a goddamn criminal is closer to the truth.
We have it on first-hand, eye witness information. Many threats and explicit warnings came before this.
prove it rather than rambling
@@looneyirish007 Tell that to witnesses who were threatened with retaliation and harm against their families and children if they spoke out or gave testimony about the terrorist threats in Frankfurt, Germany. One responded saying he did not have children. He was told that when he returns to the US, and later marries and has children, his family and children would be tracked down and harmed. This is not hear say. I was right there and saw it and heard it. You say prove it. Your suggestion that lack of legal evidence proves an accusation is false is like saying tax evasion was the only crime Al Capone committed. I mean, they had no legal evidence against him except for tax evasion. Everybody knows he committed many serious crimes, but nobody could "prove it." When there are witnesses they neutralize them. Some they pay off. Some they threaten. Some they murder. I do not have the power, the wealth, the connections and the resources to prove anything, but that does not negate the facts themselves that did happen.
@@looneyirish007 since when is reporting terrorist threats and actions rambling? If you consider that rambling I would say you have an agenda or something to hide.
Diana, that one letter you sent here in the mail. I looked at the post date on the envelope. I mentioned it to you that I would be very surprised if something did not happen. That was because I was very much expecting something to happen and what I was expecting had been voiced and spoken about in detail. And what happened later matched 100%, what had been voiced. By the time you got that letter, it had already been established for months that my train would be derailed in Ireland. And how did I know that? This is how.
I found out they were going to derail my train. That there would be horrible Carnage and mutilation and dismemberment. I knew that the front of the train would be the most severely damaged. I knew that I would be knocked around but I would come out of it okay. Just after getting this knowledge, and this was when I was in my room in the barracks in Frankfurt Germany, my roommate, Jimmy Rowe, walks in. Okay so I told him that I was going on a eurail trip that summer and that they were going to derail my train. I gave him all the information as you read above. at first he said it was impossible for me to know that. He said it was crazy. He said it sounded paranoid. I told him paranoia had nothing to do with it. It was really going to happen. He asked me if I had told this to anyone else? I told him no I had not. He advised me not to mention this to anybody. He said they would think I was crazy. He asked if I was trying to get a section 8 discharge out of the army. Why would I have done that? I joined the army so I could travel and live in Europe. There I was doing what I wanted to do. Anyway I asked him to do this. I said I know this is going to happen. Just give me some advice and talk to me as though you know that it's going to happen. And guess what, he actually did that. He asked when is it going to happen? I said I don't know only that it will happen when I am there for it to happen. He asked me where will it happen? I told him I do not know that either but only to say that it will happen at the location where I am. After that he asked me where I planned to go on this eurail trip. I told him mainly to Ireland and Rome and Italy. So Jimmy Rose started talking about various incidents that had happened around the continent Continental Europe. Then he started talking about Ireland. He mentioned there had been several suspicious incidents in Ireland. You know what he told me? He said I don't think that you could possibly know anything like this, but, in my opinion if it happens anywhere it will be in Ireland. Jimmy Rowe told me that. I said the same thing. It will happen in Ireland. What was the date of this conversation? The year for 100% sure was 1980. It might have been in the month of April or May.
Right at the end of July in 1980 I went on official leave from the army in Frankfurt Germany. I had a backpack. Took the train to Brussels where I spent the night in the hostel. Next day took the train to North coastal France where I caught the overnight ferry to Ross lair harbor on Southeast coastal Ireland. Rossler harbor is just North of old kinsale head and it was off old kinsale head where German u-boats torpedoed the passenger ship Lusitania. From rossler harbor I took the train North to Dublin. Spent a day or two there. Two women from Australia, Claire Lawrence and Enid Pasco, and I took the bus one morning to the main train station in Dublin. On the way to the train station I told them to sit as far to the rear of the train as possible with their backs to the direction of travel. I told them something bad could happen. I think they left it off at first. I told him two or three times to do what I told him that it's not a joke. We got our tickets.
Starting from the very rear of the train, I walked forward looking in each window. The first place I saw where I could sit with my back to the direction of travel, I went in and sat there. Ain't it and clear set further to the rear and whether they took my advice or not they would be okay because they were far enough to the rear. We left the station sometime around 10:00 a.m. on August 1st 1980. Approximately two and a half hours later I'm not sure of the time, they derailed the train. By far most of the damage was done to the front of the train. People were horribly mutilated, bodies cut in half, people dismembered, contused over every inch of their bodies, horribly disfigured and profoundly disabled for life. Killed 18 people and injured 70. I was thrown back with enough force that my body tore two sets of steel-bolted train seats right up out of the floor and smashed a steel bolted table flat. I managed to dig myself out of the rubble under which I was partially encased. I got a small group to go into the wreckage and help people in any way they could like treatment for short and stopping bleeding. I got specific help for a young woman I saw in the wreckage. Her left leg was chopped off just below the knee and she was in very bad conditions otherwise. They awarded me the army commendation medal for that. It was supposed to be the soldiers medal which, they say, is the highest metal that can be awarded in peacetime not facing an enemy Force. But that's okay. I did not join the army to get medals. I did not want a medal. I only wanted to travel and live in Europe. Claire and Enid walked up into this town of Buttervent. They saw a man there and told him what I had told them in the bus on the way to the train station. He took them in his vehicle to his house just north of the town. He left them there with his wife. He went back to the Civic center in that town. Later I showed up there. He approached me and asked me who I was and when we established yes I'm John Shaw. He told me Claire and Enid or at his house and he invited me to go there. Okay so I have to get in a train wreck before I get an invitation in Ireland but I figured well what the hell I am here so I told him yes. So we got in his car and went to Velvet town house just north of this town of buttevant. He asked a series of very pointed specific questions. I will tell you what he asked me. Are you a member of any terrorist organization? Have you ever been a member? Do you know anyone who is in a any terrorist organization? Did you know anything about what happened today? Did anybody tell you that this would happen? Have you ever heard of the Irish Republican army? Do you know anybody in the Irish Republican army? Do you know anyone who has had any contact with the Irish Republican army or any terrorist organization?
I answered no to everything. I answered no. The fact is the truth would have been yes. I mean, how do you think I knew this was going to happen to begin with? Divine intervention? I just denied everything. Just because you know something it doesn't mean that you have to tell it. Somebody might be asking questions and that's okay. You do not have to answer those questions and you do not have to give them information and that's okay too.
1st August 1980 the popular voice was Michael Murphy very young along with Colm Connolly.
My grandfather was thrown through the train window, luckily the table he was holding onto went first.
The engine is still in operation for freight services today
It was 1980 and late April or early March. I was in my room in the barracks at HHD 21st Replacement Battalion in Frankfurt-am-Main, West Germany. I was in the US Army. There had been many felony terrorist threats. I was planning to go on a train tour of western Europe. I was concerned. I sought spiritual guidance. I was on my knees. In an instant knowledge flooded into my consciousness. They would derail my train. It would cause horrible mutilation and death. The most severe damage would be toward the front of the train. I would be banged up and knocked around, and would survive it whole. It hit me. Was I astounded? Actually, I thought I had gone temporarily crazy. I settled down. It came with a subtle barely perceptible sensation which was also unique. I do not know what caused it, but it was not incarnate. I discerned it was real.
At that moment my room mate, Jimmy Rowe, walked in. I told him I would be on a Eurail trip that summer. I told him they would derail my train. I explained about the damage and my surviving it. He asked me if I had told this to anyone else. I told him he was the first one. He advised me to keep it to myself. He said it was paranoid. He said there was no way that could happen. He said others would think I was insane if they heard me say that. He suggested I was trying to get a section 8 discharge. Actually, nothing of what he said was accurate and true. I reasoned with him a while. He came around to my way of seeing it. He asked me when it would happen. I told him I did not know a date, and it would happen only when I was there. He asked me where. I told him I did not know. He asked where I would be going. I explained how I was going mainly to Ireland and Rome, Italy. He talked a short while about terrorism in Europe. Then he said if it happens anywhere, it will most likely be in Ireland. He said something about the troubles there and how there had been so many incidents. That was about it.
At the end of July I shouldered a back pack, got transportation to the main train station, and boarded the train to Brussels, Belgium. Here I spent the night in a hostel. In the morning I got a train to Cherbourg, France. That is Normandy of D-Day and 1066 historical articles. An overnight ferry took others and me to Rosslare harbor on southeast coastal Ireland. It is just north of old Kinsale Head near the site of the sinking of the Lusitania. A train from there took me to the capital city Dublin. I stayed a day or two. I took a look around. Then two women and I decided to travel south to county Cork to kiss the blarney stone. On the morning of August 1 the three of us met at the front door in the alley at Frenchman's Lane. We got a bus to Euston train station. On the way there I told them something was going to happen. I told them to sit as far to the rear of the train as possible with their backs to the direction of travel. They sort of laughed it off. These your ladies were Clare Lawrence and Enid Pasco, both from Australia. I got my ticket to Cork and walked out to the tracks. Beginning at the rear of the train I walked toward the front, looking through windows for the first available seat where I would have my back to the direction of travel. I found it and sat there. Clare and Enid sat farther back and facing forward. It was about 10:00 am when we pulled out of the station.
Approximately two-and-a-half hours south they derailed the train, in Buttevant station in county Cork. It was descent into a hellish nightmare. I was slammed backward with such power my body tore two sets of steel bolted tables and a bolted table flat. My body was encased in debris. I was slammed with hyper extended cranial and spinal whiplash three times. Everything around me was destroyed. I lifted broken things away from me. I crawled out through a gaping sharp opening that was gashed in the side of the rail car. A man handed me a large crow-bar. I looked around at a large field of low-lying grass. I saw Enid. I put my hand on here shoulder and said, "You see what I told you." I gave quick instructions for treating the injured for shock. Clare and another joined. We went back into the wreckage and did what we could. I hope to this day that Margaret Sheehan survived that ordeal because of what I did for her.The medical authorities arrived. I aided because I knew where Miss Sheehan lay injured and dismembered.
I had to leave it to the authorities. I found my broken back pack, and went trudging in shock into the small town of Buttevant. By that time people lined both sides of the road. One or two yelled out "Hero" as I walked by. I found a seat at a civic center. They brought me a beer. A man, Christopher Kroft, approached and spoke. He said Clare and Enid were at his house, Velvet town house, and he invited me there and wanted to talk. I went. He questioned me about the derailment. He asked if I was a member of any terrorist organization. He asked if I had heard of the Irish Republican Army. He asked if I had any connections with them. Clare and Enid had told him what I had said on the bus to Euston station in Dublin. He knew I knew something about it before it happened. I think I denied knowing anything.
I returned to my duty station which by that time had moved from inside Frankfurt to Rhein Main US Air Force base maybe 9 miles outside Frankfurt. That was August 8, 1980. The US Army awarded me the army commendation medal and a commendation citation. There is much more to all this. I am keeping it short.
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"These people are not as bad as the deed they commit"...they shot your friend 22 times in the face!
He was right not to let the bitterness take him over and destroy him too
@@mfitzy100 LOL
HARDLY THE WORSE ATROCITY UP TIL THEN PIRA WERE WORSE THAN THE UVF SCUM
They would never say sorry.
There were threats and warnings before the two disasters in train stations. The first was the derailment in Buttevant, Ireland August 1, 1980. The second was in Bologna, Italy August 2. The threats went on for six months and were clear and explicit. I am a survivor of the derailment in Buttevant.
These two incidents killed 104 people and injured about 270. The train in Ireland was derailed by a set of manually operated points. A bomb killed the people in Bologna. In the threats it was explained that one incident would be covert "arranged and guaranteed," and the other would be an obvious act of terrorism. How do I know this. I heard the threats with my own ears. Who made the threats? Sargent John P. Vogel and Specialist Stavrinakis, both of the US Army in Germany. They insisted they had contacts with terrorist organizations in Europe. I would not write this if I had not heard it myself.
You're some clown.
@Shane Gallagher It was 1980 and late April or early March. I was in my room in the barracks at HHD 21st Replacement Battalion in Frankfurt-am-Main, West Germany. I was in the US Army. There had been many felony terrorist threats. I was planning to go on a train tour of western Europe. I was concerned. I sought spiritual guidance. I was on my knees. In an instant knowledge flooded into my consciousness. They would derail my train. It would cause horrible mutilation and death. The most severe damage would be toward the front of the train. I would be banged up and knocked around, and would survive it whole. It hit me. Was I astounded? Actually, I thought I had gone temporarily crazy. I settled down. It came with a subtle barely perceptible sensation which was also unique. I do not know what caused it, but it was not incarnate. I discerned it was real.
At that moment my room mate, Jimmy Rowe, walked in. I told him I would be on a Eurail trip that summer. I told him they would derail my train. I explained about the damage and my surviving it. He asked me if I had told this to anyone else. I told him he was the first one. He advised me to keep it to myself. He said it was paranoid. He said there was no way that could happen. He said others would think I was insane if they heard me say that. He suggested I was trying to get a section 8 discharge. Actually, nothing of what he said was accurate and true. I reasoned with him a while. He came around to my way of seeing it. He asked me when it would happen. I told him I did not know a date, and it would happen only when I was there. He asked me where. I told him I did not know. He asked where I would be going. I explained how I was going mainly to Ireland and Rome, Italy. He talked a short while about terrorism in Europe. Then he said if it happens anywhere, it will most likely be in Ireland. He said something about the troubles there and how there had been so many incidents. That was about it.
At the end of July I shouldered a back pack, got transportation to the main train station, and boarded the train to Brussels, Belgium. Here I spent the night in a hostel. In the morning I got a train to Cherbourg, France. That is Normandy of D-Day and 1066 historical articles. An overnight ferry took others and me to Rosslare harbor on southeast coastal Ireland. It is just north of old Kinsale Head near the site of the sinking of the Lusitania. A train from there took me to the capital city Dublin. I stayed a day or two. I took a look around. Then two women and I decided to travel south to county Cork to kiss the blarney stone. On the morning of August 1 the three of us met at the front door in the alley at Frenchman's Lane. We got a bus to Euston train station. On the way there I told them something was going to happen. I told them to sit as far to the rear of the train as possible with their backs to the direction of travel. They sort of laughed it off. These your ladies were Clare Lawrence and Enid Pasco, both from Australia. I got my ticket to Cork and walked out to the tracks. Beginning at the rear of the train I walked toward the front, looking through windows for the first available seat where I would have my back to the direction of travel. I found it and sat there. Clare and Enid sat farther back and facing forward. It was about 10:00 am when we pulled out of the station.
Approximately two-and-a-half hours south they derailed the train, in Buttevant station in county Cork. It was descent into a hellish nightmare. I was slammed backward with such power my body tore two sets of steel bolted tables and a bolted table flat. My body was encased in debris. I was slammed with hyper extended cranial and spinal whiplash three times. Everything around me was destroyed. I lifted broken things away from me. I crawled out through a gaping sharp opening that was gashed in the side of the rail car. A man handed me a large crow-bar. I looked around at a large field of low-lying grass. I saw Enid. I put my hand on here shoulder and said, "You see what I told you." I gave quick instructions for treating the injured for shock. Clare and another joined. We went back into the wreckage and did what we could. I hope to this day that Margaret Sheehan survived that ordeal because of what I did for her.The medical authorities arrived. I aided because I knew where Miss Sheehan lay injured and dismembered.
I had to leave it to the authorities. I found my broken back pack, and went trudging in shock into the small town of Buttevant. By that time people lined both sides of the road. One or two yelled out "Hero" as I walked by. I found a seat at a civic center. They brought me a beer. A man, Christopher Kroft, approached and spoke. He said Clare and Enid were at his house, Velvet town house, and he invited me there and wanted to talk. I went. He questioned me about the derailment. He asked if I was a member of any terrorist organization. He asked if I had heard of the Irish Republican Army. He asked if I had any connections with them. Clare and Enid had told him what I had said on the bus to Euston station in Dublin. He knew I knew something about it before it happened. I think I denied knowing anything.
I returned to my duty station which by that time had moved from inside Frankfurt to Rhein Main US Air Force base maybe 9 miles outside Frankfurt. That was August 8, 1980. The US Army awarded me the army commendation medal and a commendation citation. There is much more to all this. I am keeping it short.
@@looneyirish007 It was 1980 and late April or early March. I was in my room in the barracks at HHD 21st Replacement Battalion in Frankfurt-am-Main, West Germany. I was in the US Army. There had been many felony terrorist threats. I was planning to go on a train tour of western Europe. I was concerned. I sought spiritual guidance. I was on my knees. In an instant knowledge flooded into my consciousness. They would derail my train. It would cause horrible mutilation and death. The most severe damage would be toward the front of the train. I would be banged up and knocked around, and would survive it whole. It hit me. Was I astounded? Actually, I thought I had gone temporarily crazy. I settled down. It came with a subtle barely perceptible sensation which was also unique. I do not know what caused it, but it was not incarnate. I discerned it was real.
At that moment my room mate, Jimmy Rowe, walked in. I told him I would be on a Eurail trip that summer. I told him they would derail my train. I explained about the damage and my surviving it. He asked me if I had told this to anyone else. I told him he was the first one. He advised me to keep it to myself. He said it was paranoid. He said there was no way that could happen. He said others would think I was insane if they heard me say that. He suggested I was trying to get a section 8 discharge. Actually, nothing of what he said was accurate and true. I reasoned with him a while. He came around to my way of seeing it. He asked me when it would happen. I told him I did not know a date, and it would happen only when I was there. He asked me where. I told him I did not know. He asked where I would be going. I explained how I was going mainly to Ireland and Rome, Italy. He talked a short while about terrorism in Europe. Then he said if it happens anywhere, it will most likely be in Ireland. He said something about the troubles there and how there had been so many incidents. That was about it.
At the end of July I shouldered a back pack, got transportation to the main train station, and boarded the train to Brussels, Belgium. Here I spent the night in a hostel. In the morning I got a train to Cherbourg, France. That is Normandy of D-Day and 1066 historical articles. An overnight ferry took others and me to Rosslare harbor on southeast coastal Ireland. It is just north of old Kinsale Head near the site of the sinking of the Lusitania. A train from there took me to the capital city Dublin. I stayed a day or two. I took a look around. Then two women and I decided to travel south to county Cork to kiss the blarney stone. On the morning of August 1 the three of us met at the front door in the alley at Frenchman's Lane. We got a bus to Euston train station. On the way there I told them something was going to happen. I told them to sit as far to the rear of the train as possible with their backs to the direction of travel. They sort of laughed it off. These your ladies were Clare Lawrence and Enid Pasco, both from Australia. I got my ticket to Cork and walked out to the tracks. Beginning at the rear of the train I walked toward the front, looking through windows for the first available seat where I would have my back to the direction of travel. I found it and sat there. Clare and Enid sat farther back and facing forward. It was about 10:00 am when we pulled out of the station.
Approximately two-and-a-half hours south they derailed the train, in Buttevant station in county Cork. It was descent into a hellish nightmare. I was slammed backward with such power my body tore two sets of steel bolted tables and a bolted table flat. My body was encased in debris. I was slammed with hyper extended cranial and spinal whiplash three times. Everything around me was destroyed. I lifted broken things away from me. I crawled out through a gaping sharp opening that was gashed in the side of the rail car. A man handed me a large crow-bar. I looked around at a large field of low-lying grass. I saw Enid. I put my hand on here shoulder and said, "You see what I told you." I gave quick instructions for treating the injured for shock. Clare and another joined. We went back into the wreckage and did what we could. I hope to this day that Margaret Sheehan survived that ordeal because of what I did for her.The medical authorities arrived. I aided because I knew where Miss Sheehan lay injured and dismembered.
I had to leave it to the authorities. I found my broken back pack, and went trudging in shock into the small town of Buttevant. By that time people lined both sides of the road. One or two yelled out "Hero" as I walked by. I found a seat at a civic center. They brought me a beer. A man, Christopher Kroft, approached and spoke. He said Clare and Enid were at his house, Velvet town house, and he invited me there and wanted to talk. I went. He questioned me about the derailment. He asked if I was a member of any terrorist organization. He asked if I had heard of the Irish Republican Army. He asked if I had any connections with them. Clare and Enid had told him what I had said on the bus to Euston station in Dublin. He knew I knew something about it before it happened. I think I denied knowing anything.
I returned to my duty station which by that time had moved from inside Frankfurt to Rhein Main US Air Force base maybe 9 miles outside Frankfurt. That was August 8, 1980. The US Army awarded me the army commendation medal and a commendation citation. There is much more to all this. I am keeping it short.
@Shane Gallagher It was revealed to the media by me. Looking for motives is one matter to answer the question why. That is your question. I am sticking to the tangible facts I know first-hand. This way I cannot go wrong. Ideas about reasons and motives are highly variable. Hard facts are stubborn and those from the past are are immovable. But you should know that if a black operation of that high degree of cruelty and mass murder was covert as it had been detailed in the terrorist threats, they would not seek the spotlight for having deliberately "arranged and guaranteed" it. That would define it as covert. They said it would actually be a terrorist attack causing horrible mutilation and death. They said it would be made to look accidental or at least as not planned and deliberate. They said it would be impossible for me to prove it was deliberate. They said nobody would believe me if I told them the truth of the matter. It was extortion, organized crime and terrorism and they threatened and extorted witnesses. After all, I was right there in the middle of it, saw it, heard it. I am a surviving witness. What happened to the others?
I think they are dead now