Adventures in Holland and at Waterloo; and Expedition to PortugalKnight, Thomas
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Adventures in Holland and at Waterloo; and Expedition to Portugal
Knight, Thomas
Knight, Thomas; Soldiers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 -- Personal narratives, British
As I was going through the town, after leaving the captain’s residence,
I called into a wine shop and drank a glass of wine; when I arrived at
the convent, the sergeant of the companies came about me to know when
the captain was going to serve out the pay; I said he had given me
instructions to inform them it would be on Monday; so they rested in
quiet and contentment. In the afternoon the bugler sounded the
non-commissioned officers’ call, and the sergeants of companies had
orders to go to the quarter-master’s stores, and to bring the ornaments
from the stores to the different companies. The sergeant of the company
I belonged to, which was the light company, brought green wings to put
on the jackets, and also the grenadiers with white wings, and the other
eight battalion companies brought small brass plates, of a horseshoe
shape; I did not know much about wings in those days, although belonging
to the rifles, but we all had to appear on church parade with our
different ornaments on the shoulders of our jackets, so the tailors of
the different companies were ordered to get them on as quickly as they
could, or any handy men that could use their needle. I had not been used
to any such thing in the rifles, and I said to a man in the grenadiers,
that if he would comb my wings out, and dress them nicely, I would pay
him well for it. As I knew him I took him down into the town and gave
him a glass of wine; we seldom had a glass of wine without having the
full measure, which was a pint, for three halfpence--he was very
thankful. I said, “I will give you a quarter of a dollar if you will
dress them nicely.” He replied that he would; I remarked, I “may as well
pay you while I am here.” I expected to have found my jacket in the
morning in the place where I usually hang it up, on a peg over my bed,
but when I took my jacket down in the morning to clean it to go on
parade, I found the wings as rough as they were when they were served
out. The scamp had got drunk, and neglected combing my wings out, and
the only part of my dress looking bad on account of the wings being
rough and not combed out; I thought I would have two or three extra
guards given me that day, as the colonel used to inspect the battalion
when the line had to be formed, for the rear rank to step back two paces
for inspection order by the colonel. At the very last minute or two, in
turning out, I wetted a brush to lay the nap down, and went on parade; I
was the right hand man in the light company. The captain came on parade
to inspect the company; he looked at my wings, but said nothing. The
colonel came on parade, and he called out for the battalion to form
line; after we had formed line, he called out for rear rank inspection
order, and then came over to inspect the light company. He looked very
hard at me at the time, I was alarmed about my wings looking so ill; I
said to myself, “I will get two or three extra guards.” The colonel
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