Irish Brigade

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

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The Irish Brigade at Forli, March 1945

The Irish Brigade were in Forli in late March 1945 where they celebrated a late St Patrick’s Day on the 29th of the month with some solemnity followed by the usual associated frivolity and slight chaos.

Edmund O’Sullivan described the events of that day:

“St. Patrick’s Day had passed but Brigadier Scott again ensured that the brigade could celebrate it properly out of the line. It paraded in Forli town square on 29th March and shamrock was distributed. A limited supply of the sacred plant had been sent from the London Irish Welfare Officer in London. To supplement it, fatigue parties were sent out the day before the parade to pick anything vaguely green. This was mixed with the shamrock, solemnly blessed by Father Dan Kelleher and distributed to the brigade by the officers. I received a mixture of weed and grass.

That afternoon, the London Irish had an officers versus sergeants rugger match. I did not join in, as the last time I almost lost all my teeth. The sergeants paraded in all sorts of weird gear. Roy Prudhoe wore a dispatch rider’s crash helmet. The sergeants produced two Panther tanks stolen from the park of captured German vehicles. The officers retaliated by having our Army Co-operation Squadron dive bomb the match with smoke bombs. By this time, most clothes had been torn off and Prudhoe was left only with his boots and crash helmet. The Italian ladies watching seemed to be appreciative. We had a sergeants’ mess party in the evening. I invited Father Dan who asked: ‘Is it going to be a blinder?’ I truthfully, but inaccurately, said no. The RSM asked me to provide two reliable mess waiters to serve drinks. I told them to look after the E Company sergeants. They delivered locally-produced gin and lime. The lime was thick and the gin strong. Soon people were passing out and I was one of them. I left the hall to go to the toilet. What happened after I do not know: perhaps I fell down the stone staircase.”

(Photographs courtesy of Dennis Blake – to be updated).



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Robert job Harrington ,lance corporal …North Africa, Ciclly ,Italy then Austria ? Whereabouts ww2 please ,,, dad would never say …