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An Bonn Chosantóirí Siochána na Náisiún Aontaithe
The United Nations Peacekeeper Medal
In 1988 the United Nations was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize,
The Government of Ireland in 1989 began awarding this Medal to all Soldiers who had served with a United Nations Peacekeeping Force or as Observers.
Later the Criteria was changed so that it was Awarded after 1st Overseas UN 'Mandated' Mission this includes operations of the EU and NATO-PFP.
Only one Medal is awarded irespective of the number of missions completed,
No Numerals or other Devices may be worn on the Medal.
The Allegorical Figure of Eireann is standing on the Shore ,
She is releasing a Dove with a Sprig of Olive in its Beak,
Symbolising the Peacekeepers being released for Overseas Service,
In the Background are three Wild Geese this is a referance to the Wild Geese who were Sarsfields army of 1691 who were Exiled from Ireland and served under Many Brigades in Europe.
Thomas Davis, Battle Eve of the Brigade:
THE mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
The vet’ran arose, like an uplifted lance,
Crying—“Comrades, a health to the monarch of France!”
With bumpers and cheers they have done as he bade
For King Louis is loved by the Irish Brigade.
“A health to King James,” and they bent as they quaffed,
“Here’s to George the Elector,” and fiercely they laughed,
“Good luck to the girls we wooed long ago,
Where Shannon, and Barrow, and Blackwater flow;”
“God prosper Old Ireland,”—you’d think them afraid,
So pale grew the chiefs of the Irish Brigade.
“But surely, that light cannot be from our lamp
And that noise—are they all getting drunk in the camp?”
“Hurrah! boys, the morning of battle is come,
And the generale’s beating on many a drum.”
So they rush from the revel to join the parade:
For the van is the right of the Irish Brigade.
They fought as they revelled, fast, fiery and true,
And, though victors, they left on the field not a few;
And they, who survived, fought and drank as of yore,
But the land of their heart’s hope they never saw more;
For in far foreign fields, from Dunkirk to Belgrade,
Lie the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Brigade.
Rating: 8.00
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