North Irish Horse

The North Irish Horse was a yeomanry unit of the British Territorial Army raised in the northern counties of Ireland in the aftermath of the Second Boer War. Raised and patronised by the nobility from their inception to the present day, they were the first non-regular unit to be deployed to France and the Low Counties with the British Expeditionary Force in 1914 and fought with distinction both as mounted troops and later as a Cyclist Regiment, achieving 18 battle honours. They were reduced to a single man in the inter war years and re-raised for World War II where they achieved their greatest distinctions in the North African and Italian campaigns. Reduced again after the Cold War the regiment's name still exists in B (North Irish Horse) Squadron the Queen's Own Yeomanry and 40 (North Irish Horse) Signal Squadron (V) part of 32 Signal Regiment.

Read more about North Irish Horse:  Background, Formation, The Great War, The Inter-war Years, Post War, Sponsorship, Guidon & Memorial, Battle Honours, Present Day, Attack On Dunmore Park Camp, Attached To, Notable Personalities

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