Brave British soldiers and the Victoria Cross: a general account of the regiments and men of the British Army, and stories of the brave deeds which won the prize "for valour" — John Shaqi
Brave British soldiers and the Victoria Cross: a general account of the regiments and men of the British Army, and stories of the brave deeds which won the prize "for valour"
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Brave British soldiers and the Victoria Cross: a general account of the regiments and men of the British Army, and stories of the brave deeds which won the prize "for valour"
Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Great Britain. Army -- Biography; Soldiers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Victoria Cross
An officer who is just, kind, and considerate will never find his men
ungrateful. Instances are on record where soldiers have laid down their
own lives to save those of officers they loved, and have thus sealed
their affection with their blood. On one occasion, when Lord Cornwallis
was giving orders to charge the French in Canada, a Highland soldier
rushed forward and placed himself in front of his officer, who asked him
what he meant. “You know,” said the Highlander, “that when I enlisted
to be a soldier, I promised to be faithful to the king and to you. The
French are coming, and while I stand here neither bullet nor bayonet
shall touch you, except through my body.” It was with difficulty that he
could be persuaded to resume his place in the ranks. An equally striking
proof of faithful attachment was exhibited at the siege of Bergen-op-Zoom
by the servant of an officer of the name of Fraser. The latter had
directed his servant to remain in the garrison while he conducted his men
to attack a battery belonging to the enemy. The night was pitch dark,
and the party had such difficulty in proceeding that they were obliged
to halt for a time. As they moved forward, Captain Fraser felt his path
impeded, and putting down his hand, seized hold of a plaid, the wearer of
which was grovelling at his feet. Imagining that it was one of his own
men trying to escape, he drew his dirk and tightened his grasp, when he
heard the voice of his servant imploring for mercy. “Why, what brought
you here?” “It was just my love for you,” said poor Donald. “But why
encumber yourself with a plaid?” “Alas! how could I ever show my face
to my mother,” she was Fraser’s foster-mother, “had you been killed or
wounded, and I not there to carry you to the surgeon or to Christian
burial? And how could I do either without a plaid to wrap you in?”
Our soldiers have not degenerated, and there are still in the ranks
of the British army men who want only an opportunity to show the same
courage which has already entitled their comrades to wear Victoria’s
Cross.
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CHAPTER V.
OUR HIGHLAND REGIMENTS.
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