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The luck of the Irish Part 2 WW2 Humour

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lanes_pop
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Victor
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London
Background to story:Ìý
Army
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A2279964
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09 February 2004

She was right into that book,cigarettes as well,she was sitting on a chair in the kitchen.We had had all this trouble with all the road alight etc and she's still sitting there smoking,reading her book and never saying a word.
I said to my brother, we had better get outside and try and put some of them incendries out,they were all over the place,on the roofs,everywhere.we rushed outside,had a look cor!and rushed back in.The Irish girl was still sitting there smoking and reading her book,she never moved she didn't!
The bombs and guns were going off all over the place,we said to her "come on,get up off your backside and get out here,get a couple of buckets out the back"(which were full of sand and earth in the back garden, we had these ready incase of this sort of thing)
My brother and I were running in and out the passage and out the doorway,as the door had been blown off,we went out the front tipping sand and earth all over these fires,caused by the incendry bombs.We kept running back to get some more sand and dig up some more earth for the buckets.As we came through the kitchen where the Irish girl was sitting,we kept saying to her"come on,whats the matter with you?they are out there burning alive,everybody is outside trying to put these incendry bombs out and doing what they can and you are sitting here,doing nothing,smoking and reading a book,come on get up and help us" She still didn't answer,taking no notice of us,still reading her book,the bombs were crashing all around us,the guns firing and everywhere was alight,people killed down the bottom of the road and opposite us.
We ran out again three or four more times,she was still sitting there,when all of a sudden my brother ran back in,grabbed hold of her,he flung her up in the air,kicking her chair away.He said"Now get out there and help us" She turned round looked at us both and said "I AM NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING,ITS YOUR WAR,ITS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME,WE ARE PEACEFUL PEOPLE OVER IN IRELAND"I couldn't stop laughing,afterwards we both did.
She was a good girl afterwards,she did get out and help,she crawled underneath some ruins and pulled somebody out,nobody else would go in there but she did it.She used to go around with her little saying about Saint Antonys Guide,she used to believe in that sort of thing so she was safe.She was a hero in the end but what a thing to say "IT AINT MY WAR,YOU GET ON WITH IT,YOU PUT THE FIRES OUT"

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