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
Anonymous
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
quarters, a few miles distant. The salutary restraints of
discreetly-managed discipline spake chaos into order, and
my situation became comparatively comfortable.
How it has happened I know not, but through all the
changes of my life, and they have been neither few nor
trifling, I never lacked a friend. One of the first of these
has been alluded to; and another belonged to the battalion
to which I found myself attached, and, though no relative
of mine, was of the same name. He was exceedingly kind
on numerous occasions; and it will be readily believed,
22that the smallest act of civility in favour of a mere novice,
at the commencement of his military life, was valuable.
The drill of the regiment was severe; but I passed muster
without difficulty, and had, in addition, the good fortune
to attract the notice of our colonel, a fine old Scotchman;
and the first time I mounted guard I was selected by the
adjutant as his orderly. This preference, as I had never
seen actual service, was perhaps to be imputed to neatness
of dress, and the condition of my arms and accoutrements,
in which, though only a private, I saw it my duty to be
particular; added to this, I was remarkable for flexibility
of limb and muscular power, thoroughly understood the
use of my weapons, and, unless flattered, had the advantage
of a good figure.
That was a period of uncommon vigilance throughout
the British army, especially with regard to the corps
stationed along the shores of Kent. On the opposite side,
and almost within sight, numerous and well-disciplined
masses of troops had for some time been encamped under
the personal inspection, it was said, of Napoleon, who
entertained the vainglorious project of conquering Britain.
The harbour of Boulogne contained a numerous
and well-appointed flotilla, in which were to embark the
long-expected invading force. In the opinion of the best
judges, the attempt, even with favouring wind and tide,
would have failed. Had the navigation of the high seas
by the medium of steam been understood and applied at
that time, a naval engagement, in the view of perhaps both
countries, might have recalled the fury of the ancient
armada, and would probably have been fought upon principles
of destructive tendency till then untried. Not that
the result need be doubted. Had it been possible for a
few gunboats or flat-bottomed craft to elude the vigilance
of an English fleet, and shoot a little rubbish upon our
borders, no material injury could have arisen. Not a
23foreigner would have survived to tell the tale of his rashness.
I know the spirit of the British army both at home
and abroad, and can safely aver, that they would have
given an excellent account of the intruders, or perished in
repelling them. The experiment was not to be made:
Providence ordered that these aggressive movements should
begin and end in gasconade. Some good man has said,
that the Almighty places the hedge of His providence
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