Journal of a Soldier of the Seventy-First, or Glasgow Regiment, Highland Light Infantry, from 1806-1815Anonymous
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Journal of a Soldier of the Seventy-First, or Glasgow Regiment, Highland Light Infantry, from 1806-1815
Anonymous
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
On receipt of this letter, I became unfit to do or think on any thing
but the fatal effects of my folly. I fell into a lowness of spirits,
that continued with me until my arrival in Spain; when the fatigue and
hardship I was forced to undergo, roused me from my lethargy. I was now
more determined to remain with the army, to punish myself, than ever.
This I wrote to my brother, and desired him to make my mother as
comfortable as possible with the money I had sent.
We remained only one month in Middleton Barracks, when we were again
marched to Cork Barracks, where I remained until the 27th June, 1808,
when I was embarked with the troops on an expedition under Sir Arthur
Wellesley, consisting of nine regiments of infantry. We remained at
anchor until the 12th July, when we set sail for the coast of Portugal,
where we arrived on the 29th July, at Mondego Bay. We began to disembark
on the 1st of August. The weather was so rough and stormy, that we were
not all landed until the 5th. On our leaving the ships, each man got
four pound of biscuit, and four pound of salt beef, cooked on board. We
marched for twelve miles up to the knees in sand, which caused us to
suffer much from thirst; for the marching made it rise and cover us. We
lost four men of our regiment, who died of thirst. We buried them where
they fell. At night we came to our camp ground, in a wood, where we
found plenty of water; to us more acceptable than any thing besides on
earth. We here built large huts, and remained four days. We again
commenced our march alongst the coast, towards Lisbon. In our advance,
we found all the villages deserted, except by the old and destitute, who
cared not what became of them. On the 13th there, was a small skirmish
between the French and our cavalry, after which the French retired.
On the 14th we reached a village called Alcobaco, which the French had
left the night before. Here were a great many wine stores, that had been
broken open by the French. In a large wine cask we found a French
soldier, drowned, with all his accoutrements.
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