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
direction, retiring very slowly, until about five o'clock most of the
Brigade had passed the bridge. The French now endeavoured to cut off
the remainder; every place was lined with them. They now got possession
of a hill near the bridge in great numbers. We were ordered to advance
up the hill and drive them from the place. A party of the 43rd, with
Major M'Leod at their head and several of their officers, as well as
our men and officers, ran up the hill, exposed to a desperate fire, as
the enemy had a strong wall to fire over. They did us much mischief
before we got at them. It was a grand sight. Our brave boys would face
anything. They shouted. The French became panic-struck. At this moment
I had nearly come to the wall. A musket ball hit me in the middle of
my left thigh, and passed through a little upwards; being so near the
man that favoured me with the shot, it luckily went directly through,
and took a small piece of my cloth trousers with it, at the same time
I was also slightly hit in the leg. I staggered on a little, but fell;
the blood spouted out on both sides. I put my hand into my pocket for
my tourniquet, but fainted. Captain Napier of the 43rd, being near,
twitched his handkerchief round my thigh. A sergeant of the 43rd, with
three of their men, carried me off. By the time I got to the bridge I
came to myself; there was a desperate fire at it. A sergeant and three
of my company, came to my assistance and relieved the other men. They
dragged me up the hill, which was nearly a mile, up a very rocky and
steep place. The blood kept pouring from my wounds. I fainted several
times. The Colonel of the German Hussars gave me some wine and put me
on a horse, an Hussar also with me. I sent my men back. In this way I
was conveyed about a league, and put into a church, where I met with
numbers of men and officers in the same plight. I was anxious to see
my wound, and on examining it I thought directly I should soon want
a billet in another world, but fortune has since favoured me. The
large artery in my thigh is not injured. After being dressed I was put
upon a car drawn by bullocks, and got into Pinhel about 10 o'clock at
night, having had nothing to eat all day except some wine; it rained
frequently, which made me uncomfortable.
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