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
Next we advanced to cover the operations against Badajos, which
surrendered on the 6th, the day of our arrival. Next morning the band
played _The Downfall of Paris_. We remained until May, when we were
marched to Almaraz, where the French had two forts which intercepted our
supplies, as they commanded the bridge over the Tagus. Our brigade,
consisting of the 50th, 71st, and 92d Regiments, set off and marched all
day until noon. On the second day our officers got orders that every
person in the village of Almaraz should be put to death, there being
none but those belonging to the enemy in it. We marched all night until
break of day next morning, when we halted on a height opposite the large
fort, just as they fired their morning gun. As the day broke up, they
got sight of our arrival, and gave us a shell or two, which did us no
harm. We were moved down the hill out of their view. Then we were
marched to the height again, where we stood under arms for a short time,
until we were ordered to pile arms and take off our packs. We remained
thus until twelve o’clock, when we got half an allowance of liquor: oxen
were brought up and killed on the spot;, each man received two pounds of
beef in lieu of bread. We got this for three days.
On the evening of the third day, General Hill ordered our left companies
to move down to the Valley, to cover his recognisance. When he returned,
the officers were called. A scaling-ladder was given to each section of
a company of the left wing, with the exception of two companies. We
moved down the hill in a dismal manner; it was so dark we could not see
three yards before us. The hill was very steep, and we were forced to
wade through whins and scramble down rocks, still carrying the ladders.
When day-light, on the morning of the 19th, at length showed us to each
other, we were scattered all over the foot of the hill like strayed
sheep, not more in one place than were held together by a ladder. We
halted, formed, and collected the ladders, then moved on. We had a
hollow to pass through to get at the battery. The French had cut a part
of the brae-face away, and had a gun that swept right through into the
hollow. We made a rush past it, to get under the brae on the other side.
The French were busy cooking, and preparing to support the other fort,
thinking we would attack it first, as we had lain next it. On our
approach the French sentinel fired and retired. We halted, fixed
bayonets, and moved on in double quick time: we did not receive above
four shot from the battery until we were under the works, and had the
ladders placed to the walls. Their entrenchment proved deeper than we
expected, which caused us to splice our ladders under the wall, during
which time they annoyed us much by throwing grenades, stones, and logs
over it; but not a Frenchman durst be seen on the top, for we stood with
our pieces cocked and presented. As soon as the ladders were spliced, we
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