Irish Brigade

The story of the 38th (Irish) Brigade in the Second World War

With the Faughs

On the 10th June, we started a period of sending detachments here and there.

The South Africans were doing the brunt of the work to our front, while we had to clear up their right rear. Our right flank was very much in the air as 6th Armoured Division was a long way behind. The Faughs were put under command of 9th Armoured Brigade for a final guard role towards Orte.

The Faughs had some amusing incidents and here is their account:

“Detachments were now the fashion. D Company under the command of Captain R Titterton went off and captured Gallese with the help of some tanks, and Neville Chance took C Company off to Orte. The remainder of the battalion moved off on 10th June to Civita Castellana area, where B Company already had a platoon guarding about 600 German wounded in a hospital there (Sgt Lyth had been heard to refuse quite substantial offers for his Zeiss 3.5”).

We were slightly shelled entering our area but not enough to deter us from our purpose, ie to make ourselves comfortable as quickly as possible. Bttn HQ took over a Fascist HQ in a very comfortable country house and A Company took over a castle affair which was supposed to have belonged to one of Mussolini’s paramours; the boudoir looked a bit full with Jack Phelan, Pat Howard and Bob Hogan in it. Fusilier Teahan, himself, in a mosquito net and raided the local beehives and produced some delightful honey. His invention, however, was not bee proof and one got inside causing much grief to Teahan and much amusement to the remainder of the company. On one occasion at least, half a dozen of A Company were dressed in nets and the Adjutant, visiting, had visions of mass arrests having to be made on account of A Company finding a large vino store, or something similar. Such, fortunately, was not the case.”

The usual civilian scare about large numbers of Huns on our flank started up while we were here. To counter this, a couple of companies of the Irish Rifles moved into the all dominating village of San Oreste though goodness knows why the Bosche had not tried to hold these features. San Oreste gave one of the finest views of the country that I ever saw. From it, we could see the 6th Armoured’s battle miles away to the south east on the other side of the Tiber. Whatever Germans had been in our neighbourhood had undoubtedly gone.



 

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