205608 L/Bdr. Joseph Donoghue British Army Royal Artillery My father Joe served during WW2 in Greece, Italy and Germany. Like his father who served in WW1 he boxed for the Regiment, also played football and ran for the Army. He told many stories of his time in the services. His older brother Steve was his superior. [Dad had a habit of losing his stripe then getting it back, only to lose it again, they used to joke that it was a shame velcro hadn't been invented then] Anyway, one night in a camp on the border of Greece and Yugoslavia, my father was returning to camp and was slightly the worse for wear and couldn't locate the gate, so decided to climb the fence. He managed to get over to find the sargeant of the guard waiting for him to alight at the base of the fencing. My father turning to see his "big brother" as the said Sgt, and grinning from ear to ear says, "oh it's you Steve" my Uncle's reply was, " you can wipe that smile off your face Donoghue guard room at the double". My father and Uncle always laughed about that. Though my father always added it wasn't so funny when I was on KP duties and had to peel tons of potatos or how he had to balance the stones around the green in the centre of the parade ground, with a tooth brush!
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