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 communication was kept up between the several trenches, and a
covered way formed, which prevented the men from being so much
exposed in going to, and returning from the camp; but still we
suffered severely from the enemy’s shot and shell, with which they
now plied us hotly, having their guns constantly ready to fire at
even a single individual if he put his head above the trench; and the
shells fired from the garrison were thrown so as to make them fall in
it. At night we could see them by the fusee, and were often enabled
to get out of their way; in the day, we ran more risk, although we
could still distinguish them from shot, by the whistling sound they
made coming through the air.
The second or third night after the trenches were opened, Dennis and
I were down on the working party. Captain S——, already mentioned,
was one of the officers. They were telling off a covering party,
who were to go out in front, to prevent any sudden surprise by the
enemy making a sortie, when the word ‘shell!’ was given. All eyes
were instantly turned on it, watching its direction, that they might
run in the opposite one. Captain S——, although so valiant on parade,
seemed to have no predilection for a ‘glorious death’ more than
his neighbours; and he, in company with a brother captain, headed
the retreat. They had not gone many paces, when notice was given of
another shell falling in the direction they were running. By this
time the first had fallen short of the trench, and a retrograde
movement took place; but the captains were now in a bad plight, for
the crowd was so condensed in the direction they had to go, that
there was no getting through. The shell was giving intelligence by
its quickened revolutions, that it was falling, but there was no
means of escape, the whole were fairly wedged in and had fallen on
each other; and had the shell burst among them, it would have made
dreadful havoc. As I threw myself down by the side of the trench, I
perceived Captain S—— running about like a chicken in a coop, seeking
an opening by which he might escape, but finding none he wormed
his head into the crowd, which had fallen in his front, and thus
remained. The shell fell in a direction that placed me in imminent
danger; but I could not refrain from laughing at his ludicrous
position; it burst, however, without doing any injury.
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