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
There was a sergeant in the next bed to me, named Schofield, a grenadier
sergeant; he often looked over to me and said, “How do you feel,
corporal?” I told him I felt pretty middling at times. He asked me if I
would take a drop of wine. I used to make the reply that I thought I
could; and he would hand me a drop that often enabled me to have a
sleep. At this time I was getting well round. When the bottle was empty,
the sergeant managed to fill it again. I think the wine was my chief
support. One day I hobbled out of the bed into the kitchen to take a
smoke. I was quite unable to come up again, and I was helped up by two
men belonging to the hospital. A few days afterwards I began to think I
was capable of getting up, and the sergeant and myself used to walk
together daily, for an hour or so, which I thought was a very great
benefit to me; and by degrees I became quite capable of walking in the
town. The little wine I took daily was the chief support I had. My
wounds began to heal quickly, and soon I was able to leave the
hospital.
The sergeant joined his company, and I was attached to the Scotch
battalion, as I was incapable of doing service under the command of my
old captain of the British battalion, Captain Shaw, then colonel of the
Scottish brigade. I drew rations until further orders; we were then
lying where the Scotch took up their position at Lord Della’s.
One morning I was toasting a piece of pork that had been served out to
me in ship’s rations, with biscuit to catch the fat of the pork, when
all of a sudden the enemy’s pickets reinforced and rode back the Scotch
pickets. I jumped up--unable to run much as my sinews at the knees were
very stiff--and hobbled away down the lane; the musketry and the big
guns were in full play. Colonel Shaw coming up the lane on a mule,
ordered the Scotch to come rightabout and charge the pickets of the
enemy--I heard them clicking-clacking bayonets against bayonets; they
kept up a sharp fire. The Scotch drove the enemy back to head quarters,
where they lay for about a month.
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