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
The artillery had been tearing away, since day-break, in different parts
of the line. About twelve o’clock, we received orders to fall in, for
attack. We then marched up to our position, where we lay on the face of
a brae, covering a brigade of guns. We were so overcome by the fatigue
of the two days’ march, that, scarce had we lain down, until many of us
fell asleep. I slept sound for some time, while the cannon-balls,
plunging in amongst us, killed a great many. I was suddenly awakened. A
ball struck the ground a little below me, turned me heels-over-head,
broke my musket in pieces, and killed a lad at my side. I was stunned
and confused, and knew not whether I was wounded or not. I felt a
numbness in my arm for sometime. We lay thus about an hour and a half
under a dreadful fire, which cost us about 60 men, while we had never
fired a shot. The balls were falling thick amongst us. The young man I
lately spoke of, lost his legs by a shot, at this time. They were cut
very close: he soon bled to death. “Tom,” said he, “remember your
charge: my mother wept sore when my brother died in her arms. Do not
tell her all how I died; if she saw me thus, it would break her heart:
farewell, God bless my parents!” He said no more, his lips quivered, and
he ceased to breathe. About two o’clock, a squadron of lancers came
down, hurraying, to charge the brigade of guns: they knew not what was
in the rear. General Barnes gave the word, “Form square.” In a moment,
the whole brigade were on their feet, ready to receive the enemy. The
General said, “Seventy-first, I have often heard of your bravery, I
hope it will not be worse, than it has been, to-day.” Down they came
upon our square. We soon put them to the right-about. Shortly after, we
received orders to move to the heights. Onwards we marched, and stood
for a short time in square, receiving cavalry every now and then. The
noise and smoke were dreadful. At this time, I could see but a very
little way from me; but, all around, the wounded and slain lay very
thick. We then moved on, in column, for a considerable way, and formed
line; gave three cheers, fired a few volleys, charged the enemy, and
drove them back. At this moment, a squadron of cavalry rode furiously
down upon our line. Scarce had we time to form. The square was only
complete in front, when they were upon the points of our bayonets. Many
of our men were out of place. There was a good deal of jostling for a
minute or two, and a good deal of laughing. Our quarter-master lost his
bonnet in riding into the square,--got it up,--put it on, back foremost,
and wore it thus all day. Not a moment had we to regard our dress. A
French General lay dead in the square; he had a number of ornaments upon
his breast. Our men fell to plucking them off, pushing each other as
they passed, and snatching at them. We stood in square for some time,
whilst the 13th dragoons and a squadron of French dragoons were engaged.
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