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
I am sincerely the friend and well-wisher of your family. As this may
not arrive, I have not written the regiment. Do not let this letter be
seen or talked about as any of mine. Right or wrong, I have no time to
read this epistle, and as it is the scrawl of a few moments, you must
excuse the diction; we cannot write when we please. My love to my dear
Ann. It is a lucky thing I did not fold the letter up in my hurry. My
blessing for her.
Take care of the boys—I mean their learning. I had nearly bought my
mother a snuff-box, but the difference of six shillings in the bargain
occurs. I shall be able to bring or send one possibly, should things
stand square with me, in a little time. God bless her. I never lie down
on the ground to take my night's repose without praying for the welfare
of my dear parents and family. Something strikes me in my reveries that
I am yet to comfort and cherish them when age shall put it out of their
power.
Letter No. IV
Campo Mayor, _29th October 1809_.
My dear Parents—I hope by this time you will have received my letters.
If so, the present state of affairs is not altogether foreign to you.
The Brigade has been stationed here about six weeks, which has made my
lank and sunburnt countenance return nearly to its pristine appearance.
In my last letters I observed that from the commencement of campaigning
I had not felt ill except from starvation. My good landlady and I being
upon excellent terms, she indulges me to excess in dainty dishes and a
good bed. I had forgotten that there was a great difference in being
always exposed to the weather (I mean the sun) and now seldom. One day,
being intolerably hot, I exposed myself as usual, and have had a very
severe attack of ague, which has returned three times, and obliged me
to put my medical skill to the test after the above severe battles.
I drove my enemy from his intrenched position, and he has never
since dared to resume the attack, so have proved the best general.
I regularly rise with the sun, and go to exercise every morning. I
pay that attention to my present profession which another day (if
not suddenly stopped in my course) may be attended with success. I
thought I merited it in the profession which necessity and great
disappointments obliged me to relinquish. Col. Sibthorp's last words
were, "Simmons, you give me much uneasiness at leaving my regiment, and
I feel for your future welfare, and you may have greater hardships
than it is possible to conceive." I instantly said, as I had pledged my
honour to his men, I hope he could not for a moment entertain so mean
an opinion of me or think me a weathercock. He then could say no more,
but parted with me with as much affection as a near relation—I mean a
parent. I hope you will not for a moment conceive I mean to feel regret
at relinquishing the medical profession; far otherwise. I am as happy
as my present situation will admit of, and, thank the Almighty, have no
reason as yet to be to the contrary.
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