Big Geordies fether joined the Home Guard during the Second World War and was given a rifle, ammunition and a very important task.
'I want you to guard the town against enemy insurgents,' said the captain. 'We've got a curfew in force. Anyone out of doors after midnight is to be shot on sight!'
So there he stood in the town square, ever alert, when suddenly a figure came out of the darkness.
'Wee gans there?' called Geordie's Da.
'Gene Devlin,' came the answer.
Bang! Geordie's fether shot the man down.
'Good shot,' said the captain, 'but it's only eleven thirty.'
'Aye,' said Casey, 'but Ah knaa where he lived and he'da niver have made it yem afore midneet!'
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