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
Dear Parents—Since our retreat from Madrid we have spent a very
pleasant and comfortable winter. The village that we have been in all
the winter is very small, the houses bad, and the inhabitants poor,
miserable creatures. They have a fire on the ground, which generally
smokes so intolerably that we frequently are obliged to go out of
the house. As soon as an officer gets into a house that is allotted
to him, he must build a chimney, as it has been very cold and rainy
this winter, particularly in this part of the country. When we got a
little settled in the village and found it was likely we should stop
some months in this place, we established a regimental mess. There we
had the best of things that this part of the country could produce; it
was a means of passing away the dreary winter nights pleasantly. We
usually gave a ball once a week to the ladies of the village, who did
us the honour to attend it. If you saw them they would astonish you.
They dress in short brown jackets, and petticoats of the same, very
coarse, figured with ridiculous patches of red cloth. These delicate
ladies feed so grossly and eat so much garlic, that it is enough to
suffocate a person being in the room with twenty or thirty of them. I
am only giving you a description of the women in the villages on this
mountainous frontier. In large towns there are beautiful women, and
something like the English (but not so fair), who dress splendidly in
black satin. We received a letter from Maud the other day. He is very
well. In his regiment they do not understand carrying on the war so
well as our officers. My brother George gives him sometimes a little
advice how to live. When I joined my regiment at Madrid I happened to
meet with my brother Maud before George. He told me he had had nothing
to eat for two or three days; it had rained all that time. I had just
received four days' rations. We went into an old house and cooked some
mutton chops and drank my rations of rum. His Colonel gave him leave to
go with me to find my brother George. As soon as we joined my brother,
he gave us a good dinner and plenty of wine and took great care of me.
My brother was well provided with blankets. I was then near dead with
starvation. I had marched three days with very little to eat, and it
was raining most of the time. He soon started the ague away from me,
but being obliged to ride with my regiment and continually raining,
brought on the ague again. Near the end of the retreat I was so bad
that I could hardly bear to sit upon my horse with dysentery and ague,
so that my brother had me, as well as his duty, to mind. If I had
fallen to the rear I should have been taken by the French. One day in
particular, when the enemy was firing at us very briskly, and having a
river to cross, I was so ill that I could not make the horse travel.
My brother returned to me and seized my horse by the bridle and forced
him through the river nearly up to the waist; at that time a cannon
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