Defence Forces Review 2008
Defence Forces Review 2008
Defence Forces Review 2008
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‘Carlsberg don’t do Peacekeeping’<br />
I specifically remember that earlier in the trip an issue arose when it was discovered that many<br />
people were wearing Israeli parka jackets in order to stave off frostbite - but the problem was<br />
we had not been issued with them and therefore they were not official uniform. When the<br />
Battalion Commander got wind of the problem we wondered how he would react - but we had<br />
nothing to fear. “Draw up a size role”, he told the welfare officer, “order one for everyone in<br />
the battalion, including me, and subsidize the whole lot of them. Then we will all have one”.<br />
Practical to the last the CO made the right call and we loved him for it. In a battered locker in<br />
Collins Bks Cork I still have a bottle green Israeli parka jacket which gets worn occasionally<br />
on the range. It survives as testimony to the application of common sense in adversity and<br />
the fact that once upon a time a Commanding Officer put the welfare of his men before the<br />
administrative rule book. I learned from Tony McCarthy that if you get the small things right<br />
the big ones will take care of themselves - it was an invaluable lesson.<br />
There are other memories too – like doing Radio Scorpion with Sgt Danny Mulcahy until<br />
the old ambulance in which it was housed in Norwegian Maintenance Company compound<br />
got hit by lightening and we had to negotiate airtime with Radio Dutchbatt. After that “Celtic<br />
Radio” went out on 104FM every Sunday afternoon between one and three from Harris – I<br />
made a great friend and we had a ball.<br />
Then almost at the end of the trip Joe McDonagh travelled with me all the way to Cairo – the<br />
hard way – overland via Sinai – and we got there just in time for a belated St Patrick’s day<br />
party at the UNTSO-OGE HQ - all I can say is that it must have been the food that made me<br />
so ill! Fortunately, Major H J Kafoura (US) took pity on us and provided us with a base from<br />
which we got to patrol to the Pyramids, The Souk, and the place where President Sadat was<br />
murdered. Thank you Kafouras - where ever you are.<br />
Then it was time to go. Another boring bus journey and we got taken to the cleaners by the<br />
Israeli customs at the Rafah border crossing, but then perhaps we asked for it – maybe it would<br />
have been better to let them stamp the bloody passports! What were we thinking about<br />
And then it was over. In a blink six months in Lebanon had come to an end. I nearly fell from<br />
the back of the truck that final morning as another French driver weaved his way through<br />
Israeli fortifications in Sidon on our way back to Beirut. Had John Cawley not grabbed me<br />
I was gone out the back for sure – but the photo was worth the risk – or so I claimed. Now I<br />
know it wasn’t. John was always there when things started to go wrong – ten times out of ten<br />
he also put them right.<br />
At the airport the geography had changed since our last visit six months previously. UNIFIL<br />
now had a transit area cordoned off and we changed from our faded bush greens into ‘whites’<br />
for the final leg of the journey home. All dressed up, UNIFIL ribbon proudly on our chests, but<br />
one more time we had to wait. The big green bird was there - we could see the white shamrock<br />
on the tail fin as it protruded over the terminal buildings – but all was not yet in order.<br />
So we stood alongside a huge building with an even bigger tarmacked area all fenced off<br />
alongside it. Behind the wire we studied the lean mean fighting machines who were putting<br />
themselves thought a programme of intense physical exercise as the sun scorched down upon<br />
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