Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
In all the many wars which succeeded its first formation, when it was
raised by Sir Thomas Dalyell and Graham of Claverhouse, in 1678, to
fight against the hapless covenanters, our regiment had borne a great
and glorious part. At the battle of Drumclog and at Airsmoss where
Richard Cameron the field-preacher fell, the Greys were, unhappily,
the terror of their own countrymen; and even now, after the lapse of
so many generations, traditions of those dark days still lingered in
our ranks--handed orally down from veteran to recruit.
In better times they had served in the wars of Anne and of the
earlier Georges, and always with honour, for in every campaign they
captured a colour, and at the battle of Ramillies surrounded and
disarmed the French Regiment du Roi, capturing no less than
_seventeen standards_.*
* Fact: _vide_ "Regimental Record."
Our officers were all gentlemen of high spirit, who belonged to the
best families in Scotland; and so attached were their men to them,
that the corps seemed to be but one large family.
Punishments--especially degradations--were almost unknown; yet "auld
Geordie Buffcoat," as they named Preston, was one of the most strict
colonels in the service.
Every regiment has its own peculiar history and traditions, just as a
family, a city or a nation have; these are inseparably connected with
its own honour, achievements and badges, and with the military glory
of the country, and thus inspire and foster the fine sentiment of
_esprit du corps_.
But to resume:--
We marched southward by easy stages, and during the spring of the
year were quartered at Newmarket, where the inns have ever been
proverbial for the excellence of their stabling and other
accommodation, and where the race-ground and extensive heath were so
admirably adapted for training the cavalry, who were all subjected to
severe drill in anticipation of foreign service.
By this time I had gone from squad to squad, rapidly through all the
phases which a recruit has to pass--position-drill and sitting up
till my spinal column was erect as a pike; club-exercise to expand
the chest and strengthen the muscles of the arm. Then came pacing
and marching; then equitation, embracing all the skilful and ready
aids by which to guide and control my horse in all his paces, and to
acquire a firm seat in every variety of movement--to govern him also
by my legs and bridle hand, so as to leave my right at the fullest
liberty for the use of my weapons. Then I had the exercise of the
latter to acquire--the sword, carbine, and pistol. Other hours were
devoted to lance, post, and stick practice. Even a smattering of
farriery was not omitted; so the first six months which followed my
_début_ as a Scots Grey left me little leisure for reflection, or for
the study of ought else than would conduce to make me a perfect
dragoon, skilled in all the science of destroying human life. I
learned, moreover, that a _perfect_ dragoon is not made in a day.
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