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
A newly-ploughed field, on the face of a hill, was our portion. We
got out our blankets, and lay down, expecting to get a comfortable
nap, although the weather was rather cold; but towards morning, it
began to rain so heavily that we were soon wet to the skin. Some,
who had a little wisdom in their heads, got up, and packed up their
blankets; but others lay still, until they were literally floated
with water and mud, which came rolling in streams down the ridges,
in such a way that they could scarcely be distinguished from the
soil around. They were then obliged to get up, and squeeze their
blankets in that wet and dirty state into their knapsacks. The
rain got heavier, the longer it continued, and we stood huddled
together, shivering with cold and wet. At last, an order came for
us to march into Torres Vedras; but such a march I never saw, even
in the worst of times afterwards. We were novices in the business,
and not yet weather-proof. Had it not been that the town was so
near, we would have occupied three or four miles of a line of road,
we were so straggled. The ground was of a clayey nature, and with
the rain that fell it had become like bird-lime. Our feet stuck
fast at every step, and our shoes were actually torn off, and many
of them were left lying in the clay. Some were walking barefoot;
others in their stockings, without shoes; and more had one shoe on,
and another carrying in their hand. We were a set of drenched and
miserable-looking creatures, and the officers were in as bad a plight
as ourselves.
At last we reached the town and got into houses; but the village was
too small, and we were crowded in such a way that we had scarcely
room to sit down. In the course of the day, however, arrangements
were made; and some of the regiments sent to other villages, so that
we were better accommodated.
During the time we were in the Peninsula, the troops suffered much
from exposure to rain; and nothing renders a soldier so uncomfortable
as having wet clothes about him; or, I believe, hurts his health
more, when first exposed to it. I have often wondered that no means
were taken to prevent this. Many of the officers had oil-cloth cloaks
that completely covered them. Some such thing for the men would have
been neither expensive nor heavy to carry, and would have been the
means of saving many lives. Much more attention ought also to be
paid to the quality of the shoes served out to the army, for they in
general are of the very worst kind, and it was no uncommon thing for
our store shoes to be in tatters before we had worn them a week.
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