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
The doctor was with a man extracting a ball from his shoulder; the man
said he was not able to go through the pain and punishment. With all the
attendance of the doctor, he could not keep him steady, so as to extract
the ball. The doctor had to leave him. I called out as well as I could
for some one to come and attend on me; he came forward and turned the
sheet off me, found where the ball was laying, and ordered four men to
be in readiness to assist in keeping me down. I told him I did not
require any holding at all, saying I was quite capable of undergoing the
punishment. As I was propped up in the bed, the pillow being high, I
could discover all he was doing. He made a cut of about an inch; the
second time he cut the same, just as I began to feel the effect of it;
the third cut he made at me came on the ball; he put the instrument in
and pulled it out; it was as flat as a penny piece, for it had struck
against a rock before it had struck me. The instrument reached from one
part to the other, right through my groin. As we were engaged that day
we had blue cloth pantaloons on; and the doctor tried if any blue cloth
had gone with the ball; but when he found the pantaloons were under my
pillow, and that the piece had not been cut out by the ball, and that it
lay down neutral after the ball had been extracted from me, I felt quite
easy. My wounds were dressed on both sides with lint, and a bandage
round to keep it on, so as to bring the discharge from it, every
twenty-four hours. I lay in that awkward position for seven weeks before
they put the regular dressing on me to heal the wounds.
I lay eleven weeks altogether in the general hospital, and was then
removed to the regimental hospital appointed for the battalion. I was
carried there by four men on a stretcher. They put me into the
non-commissioned officers room, and there I remained for seven weeks.
The doctor came round the hospital and shook hands with the patients,
informing us that he was about to go to Great Britain. He shook hands
with me personally, and said, “I think you have received too severe a
wound to recover; I do not think you will recover it.” We never saw
anything of him after he left us; another doctor took his place. I said
that I would be glad to see myself once more all right. The doctor
allowed each sick individual four ounces of wine per day. In the course
of a very short time after his departure I began to gather a little more
strength.
The inhabitants of the town were very liberal in bringing us the best of
nourishment, as they doted on the English, who were their chief support
in protecting the town from the enemy.
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