A British Rifle Man: The Journals and Correspondence of Major George Simmons, Rifle Brigade, During the Peninsular War and the Campaign of WaterlooSimmons, George
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A British Rifle Man: The Journals and Correspondence of Major George Simmons, Rifle Brigade, During the Peninsular War and the Campaign of Waterloo
Simmons, George
Peninsular War, 1807-1814; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815
On the 3rd the enemy's whole force advanced. Our Division retired
without any loss to our position just above Fuentes de Oñoro, and to
my agreeable surprise our army, amounting, in this quarter, to 31,000
British and Portuguese, were ready formed, and making every necessary
preparation to receive the enemy. As this unfortunate village was
situated about the centre of our line and in a hollow, it would be one
place of attack. Under those circumstances, the inhabitants were told
that if they attempted to stop they would be killed by the shots and
shells thrown into it unavoidably by both parties. The poor unfortunate
people were obliged to run off directly. In this place I had lived for
some months at different times, the people very kind. I looked with
sorrow at the poor inhabitants, heaving a sigh, expressing at the same
time delight and confidence that the happy shores of Britain would
never be cursed with these detestable monsters while her gallant sons
are ready to lay down their lives with eagerness in defence of the most
happy land in the universe. May England ever fight her battles in a
foreign land! O happy, happy country! you are ignorant of the miseries
and wretchedness that one-half of Europe is continually exposed to, and
may you ever enjoy the same happiness! My poor old _patron_ (landlord),
happening to single me out as he passed through our martial band, came
and caught hold of me, the tears running down his aged cheeks. "Oh,
sir, I hope God will guard and protect you. If you beat these monsters,
I do not care though my house and everything I have left is destroyed."
He then observed with what delight every eye seemed to sparkle at
the advance of the enemy, and with agitation, observed their numbers,
expressing at the same time wonder at the light way in which every one
viewed them. The enemy drew up their whole force opposite ours in a
line about a mile and a half distant from us, and as the ground was
high on both sides, with a little rivulet between us, they saw us and
we saw them. It was the grandest sight I ever beheld. The enemy sent
men behind the stone walls, and were making their approaches towards
the valley. About four o'clock in the evening a very heavy cannonade
commenced on both sides, and severe fighting continued till dark.
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