"Put up your hands," hissed an Irish voice out of the darkness. It was 2 a.m. and rainy, and the unarmed sentry at the gate of the British army's training center at Arborfield, 40 miles west of London, did as he was told. Quickly bound and gagged, the sentry watched a score or more dark figures flit through the gate and burst into the guardhouse. They pointed pistols at the sergeant of the guard and locked him up.
One by one, as the sentries checked in at the guardhouse on their rounds, the intruders overpowered them and trussed them up. "Consider yourselves...
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