The Book of the V.C.: A record of the deeds of heroism for which the Victoria Cross has been bestowed, from its institution in 1857 to the present time — John Shaqi
The Book of the V.C.: A record of the deeds of heroism for which the Victoria Cross has been bestowed, from its institution in 1857 to the present timeHaydon, A. L. (Arthur Lincoln)
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The Book of the V.C.: A record of the deeds of heroism for which the Victoria Cross has been bestowed, from its institution in 1857 to the present time
Haydon, A. L. (Arthur Lincoln)
Great Britain -- History, Military; Victoria Cross
In a very few minutes from the time the fatal order was received the
Light Brigade had disappeared in the smoke of the Russian batteries,
riding clean over the guns and sabreing the gunners as they stood
linstock in hand at their posts. Then ensued as terrific a hand-to-hand
combat as has ever been chronicled.
“Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the Six Hundred.”
It was in that ride back, when a large body of grey-coated lancers rode
down upon their flank, and the Russian artillerymen rallying to their
guns fired indiscriminately into the mass of English and Russians, that
the other Balaclava Crosses were won.
Major John Berryman, the most distinguished of the seven heroes of the
Charge who were awarded the decoration, has told the story of his exploit
himself, told it modestly and simply as becomes a brave man, but we can
fill in the details of the picture for ourselves as we read.
At the time of the Charge Berryman was Troop-Sergeant-Major in the 17th
Lancers, well known as “the Duke of Cambridge’s Own” and “the Death or
Glory Boys.” In the last mad leap at the guns, the mare he was riding was
badly hit, and he dismounted, when he found that he too had been wounded
in the leg. As he stood debating in his mind whether or not to shoot the
mare, Captain Webb, on horseback, came up. He also had been struck in
the leg, and to his query as to what he had better do, Berryman replied,
“Keep to your horse, sir, and get back as far as you can.”
Webb thereupon turned and rode back, while the sergeant-major, catching
a loose horse, attempted to follow suit. But his new steed had its
breastplate driven into its chest, and hardly had he mounted ere it
fell to the ground. Giving up the idea of rejoining his regiment in the
mêlée, he was making his way back on foot when he caught sight of Captain
Webb, who had halted a little distance off, the acute pain of his wound
preventing him riding farther.
“Lieutenant George Smith, of my own regiment,” says Berryman in his
account, “coming by, I got him to stand at the horse’s head whilst I
lifted the captain off. Having accomplished this, I assisted Smith to
mount Webb’s horse and ride for a stretcher, taking notice where we were.
By this time the Russians had got back to their guns and reopened fire.
I saw six men of my own regiment get together to recount to each other
their escapes. Seeing their danger, I called to them to separate, but too
late, for a shell dropped amongst them, and I don’t think one escaped
alive.”
Hearing him call to the lancers, Captain Webb asked Berryman what he
thought the Russians would do. Berryman answered that they were sure to
pursue, unless the Heavy Brigade came to the rescue.
“Then you had better consult your own safety, and leave,” said the
captain.
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