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
Lieutenant Uniacke and Lieutenant M'Cullock relieved us this morning.
Spent a jovial evening with Lieutenants Pratt and Beckwith in Almeida.
About eight o'clock an officer told us that he had orders to clear the
town of every person that was not to be employed in the siege, and
regretted that we could not be allowed to remain longer within its
walls. We drank success to their defence of the fortress, and that many
Frenchmen might bite the dust before the place, shook him by the hand,
and departed. We had scarcely left the town when the rain began to
fall in torrents; the thunder and lightning of that night was the most
tremendously grand I ever beheld either before or since. The Division,
officers and men, had no shelter from this inclement night; as to
lying down, it was nearly impossible, for the water ran in gutters
amongst the rocks. I sat upon a stone like a drowned rat, looking
at the heavens and amusing myself with their brilliancy and longing
for the morning, which came at last, and the rain ceased. Our next
consideration was to set the men to work to clean their arms and look
after their ammunition. Our cavalry outposts since the fall of Fort
Concepçion had been on the Turon.
Combat of the Coa
[Sidenote: 24th]
A little after daybreak the enemy advanced against our piquets and
drove them in. The Division was put into position, the left upon
Almeida and the right in rugged ground upon the Coa, which river was
running furiously in its course; several companies of Rifle Men and
the 43rd Light Infantry were placed behind stone walls. The enemy now
advanced in vast bodies. The whole plain in our front was covered
with horse and foot advancing towards us. The enemy's infantry formed
line and, with an innumerable multitude of skirmishers, attacked us
fiercely; we repulsed them; they came on again, yelling, with drums
beating, frequently the drummers leading, often in front of the line,
French officers like mountebanks running forward and placing their
hats upon their swords, and capering about like madmen, saying, as
they turned to their men, "Come on, children of our country. The first
that advances, Napoleon will recompense him." Numbers returned to the
attack. We kept up a very brisk fire. Several guns began to play upon
us, and as the force kept increasing every moment in our front, and
columns of infantry were also moving upon our right flank, we were
ordered to retire half the company. Captain O'Hare's retired, and the
remainder, under Lieutenant Johnston, still remained fighting for a
few moments longer. I was with this party. We moved from the field
into the road, our men falling all round us, when a body of Hussars in
bearskin caps and light-coloured pelisses got amongst the few remaining
Rifle Men and began to sabre them. Several attempted to cut me down,
but I avoided their kind intentions by stepping on one side. I had a
large cloak rolled up and strapped across my body; my haversack was
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