The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular WarAnonymous
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The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular War
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Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
STORMING OF CIUDAD RODRIGO.
158The allies now plunged into the streets from all quarters;
after which, throwing off the restraints of discipline, frightful
excesses were committed. The town was fired in three
or four places; the soldiers menaced their officers, and
shot each other; many were killed in the market-place;
intoxication soon increased the disorder; and at last, the
fury rising to an absolute madness, a fire was wilfully lighted
in the middle of the great magazine, when the town, and
all in it, would have been blown to atoms, but for the
energetic courage of some officers and a few soldiers, who
still preserved their senses. Three hundred French had
fallen, fifteen hundred were made prisoners; and beside
the immense store of ammunition, above one hundred and
fifty pieces of artillery were captured in the place. The
whole loss of the allies was about twelve hundred soldiers,
and ninety officers; and of these above six hundred and
fifty men, and sixty officers, had been slain or hurt in the
breaches. General Crauford and General Mackinnon were
killed. With these died many gallant men, and amongst
others, a captain in the regiment to which I belonged. Of
him it was felicitously said, that ‘three generals and seventy
other officers had fallen; but the soldiers fresh from the strife
only talked of Hardyman.’ Unhappily, the slaughter did not
end with the battle; for the next day, as the prisoners and
their escort were marching out by the breach, an accidental
explosion took place, and numbers of both were blown into
the air. The personal sufferings of the soldiers were severe,
as the service had been unusually dangerous. While in the
front ditch near the glacis, a live shell exploded within a
few paces of the spot on which I stood. We threw ourselves
flat on the ground, but though nearly suffocated by
the dust it threw around, no material injury was inflicted
either on myself or comrades.
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