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
On this night the rain had somewhat abated, but the cold was
excessive, and numbers who had resisted the effects of the hunger
and fatigue with a hardy spirit, were now obliged to give way to its
overpowering influence, and sunk to the ground praying for death to
relieve them from their misery; and some prayed not in vain, for
next morning before daylight, in passing from our halting ground to
the road, we stumbled over several who had died during the night.
Inadvertently I set my foot on one of them, and stooped down to
ascertain whether the individual was really dead, and I shall never
forget the sickening thrill that went to my heart, when my hand came
in contact with his cold and clammy face. On this day our hearts
seemed to have wholly failed us: to speak was a burden, and the most
helpless weakness pervaded every individual; we had now arrived
at that pitch of misery which levels all distinction of rank, and
I believe no order would have been obeyed unless that which was
prompted by regard to the common safety.
Dennis, round whom there used to be gathered a host of his comrades,
listening to his witticisms or quaint remarks, and whose spirits I
had never known to fail, was now crest-fallen, and moved along with
the greatest difficulty. Nothing but death, however, could altogether
keep down his buoyant spirits; for if we got a minute’s halt
during the march, he made such ludicrous remarks on the wo-begone
countenances of himself or his companions, that, although the effort
was distressing, they were obliged to smile in spite of their misery.
This day we halted sooner than usual, and the weather being clearer,
we got fires kindled,—still no rations; but we were encamped among
oak trees, and greedily devoured the acorns which grew upon them,
although nauseous in the extreme, the officer commanding the brigade
and our colonel joining in the repast. In many respects the officers
were in a worse situation than the men, not having anything to change
themselves, as their baggage had been sent on before us.
If anything could have given us comfort in our miserable situation,
it was having a kind and sympathising commanding officer: he made
many of the weakly men throw away their knapsacks, and by every means
in his power he endeavoured to infuse comfort and courage into their
sinking hearts, braving every difficulty in common with the meanest
individual, and even rejected the superior accommodation which his
rank afforded, while he saw the men suffering. It was in a situation
like this where true greatness of mind could be displayed; and there
must have been something innately great and noble in the mind which
could thus rise superior even to nature. In my opinion, a much
greater degree of real courage was necessary to brave the horrors of
this retreat, than to face the fire of a battery.
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