U.S. Army Major Amos Burke had two things firmly in hand.
Yes, he'd marry his amazing Claire. That was #1. Together they'd make a miraculous family back in the States, with kids; soon as fascism was dead as a daisy.
Yes, #2: Major Burke would nail those IRA murderers who'd had the cheek to ambush a U.S. Army convoy, with no respect for the innocent lads who'd been on board. Engineers like Burke were surprisingly good at detective work. Crime had a logic, if you knew how to look. And he had a plan, with an easily envisioned end: he'd watch those same Mick fuckers swing by the neck, on virgin blond rope thick as cable. And call that forever a fine day's work.
Memorandum to the IRA, typed in triplicate: two carbons, three sheets of onionskin. The problem with making enemies is, you never knew what kind of beast you'll stir.