Recollections of the eventful life of a soldierDonaldson, Joseph
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Recollections of the eventful life of a soldier
Donaldson, Joseph
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives
When the town surrendered, and the prisoners were secured, the
gate leading into the town from the castle was opened, and we were
allowed to enter the town for the purpose of plundering it. We were
scarcely through the gate when every regiment of the division were
promiscuously mixed, and a scene of confusion took place which
baffles description: each ran in the direction that pleased himself,
bursting up the doors and rummaging through the houses, wantonly
breaking up the most valuable articles of furniture found in them.
Small bands formed, and when they came to a door which offered
resistance, half-a-dozen muskets were levelled at the lock, and it
flew up; by this means many men were wounded, for having entered
at another door, there was often a number in the house, when the
door was thus blown open. The greater number first sought the spirit
stores, where having drank an inordinate quantity, they were prepared
for every sort of mischief. At one large vault in the centre of the
town, to which a flight of steps led, they had staved in the head of
the casks, and were running with their hat-caps full of it, and so
much was spilt here, that some, it was said, were actually drowned in
it. Farther on, a number of those who had visited the spirit store
were firing away their ammunition, striving to hit some bells in
front of a convent.
The effects of the liquor now began to show itself, and some of
the scenes which ensued are too dreadful and disgusting to relate;
where two or three thousand armed men, many of them mad drunk,
others depraved and unprincipled, were freed from all restraint,
running up and down the town, the atrocities which took place may
be readily imagined; but in justice to the army, I must say they
were not general, and in most cases perpetrated by cold-blooded
villains, who were backward enough in the attack. Many risked their
lives in defending helpless females, and although it was rather a
dangerous place for an officer to appear, I saw many of them running
as much risk to prevent inhumanity, as they did the preceding night
in storming the town. I very soon sickened of the noise, folly, and
wickedness around me, and made out of the town towards the breach.
When I arrived at where the attack had been made by the light and 4th
divisions, what a contrast to the scene I had just left! Here all was
comparatively silent, unless here and there a groan from the poor
fellows who lay wounded, and who were unable to move. As I looked
round, several voices assailed my ear begging for a drink of water: I
went, and having filled a large pitcher which I found, relieved their
wants as far as I could.
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