The Campaigns and History of the Royal Irish Regiment, [v. 1,] from 1684 to 1902Gretton, G. le M. (George Le Mesurier)
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The Campaigns and History of the Royal Irish Regiment, [v. 1,] from 1684 to 1902
Gretton, G. le M. (George Le Mesurier)
Great Britain. Army. Royal Irish Regiment
“All this time the men were coming back from the front, hopping
or crouching according to the nature of the wound, amongst them
my friend Captain Hayman, supported by two men, shot through
the knee, but with a cheerful smile on his face. Seeing that
the advance was much weakened I supported them with two other
companies, sending Major Kennedy to the front; he was shortly
after slightly hit on the side of the head, but not compelled
to return. The enemy knew well the position of the houses they
were in, and threw the shell amongst them. Fancy one of these
visitors falling within ten feet of you--down you must lie, and
close too, and wait for its bursting, when you are fortunate if
you have nothing worse than dust to complain of! They not only
gave shells, but rifle-balls and grape, and many a poor fellow
who went out to help a wounded comrade was obliged in his turn to
be carried in desperately wounded.
“Again the front calls out for ammunition and more men. ‘Up, my
boys, catch hold of that barrel of ammunition, and rush through
the whizzing balls, the tearing grape!’ Away they go with a
cheer! About 12 o’clock the last company but one went out and
other companies, returning, dreadfully thinned, formed the
support. Shortly after one, more men were wanted; I sent out the
last company and went myself. Away we hop from stone to stone
or bush: ‘ping-ping’ passes the rifle-bullet crashing around
you; you feel the grape; never mind, on you must go! I found the
advanced parties in a row of houses under the battery, regularly
enclosed by a screen of projectiles; you could only creep about.
In the morning these houses had been occupied by the Russians;
by the time I got there, everything was broken:--pier glasses in
shivers; the piano (or as a man called it, the music-box) torn
open; beds, tables and wardrobes in jumbles of masses. The enemy
did not like our being there, nor did they like that the houses
gave us cover; they therefore set fire to them with shells. About
3 o’clock I received an order to retire, which I could not comply
with as there were eighteen wounded men to bring away, which
could not be done till dark.”
According to Colonel Edwards, the three companies of the XVIIIth in
the ruined houses on the Woronzoff road and the other battalions
of the brigade also received this order, and gradually drew back,
leaving the greater part of the Royal Irish in a most dangerous
situation.
“Every moment our small party was decreasing. What weary hours
they seemed from three till eight, and just before it was time to
move, the enemy brought field-pieces to bear upon the houses,
and they commenced knocking them down about our heads. At last I
heard with joy ‘The last wounded man has been carried off, Sir.’
‘Well, then, go away by twos and threes: keep up a warm fire.
When across the open, bugler, sound the Regimental Call and the
Retire.’
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