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
his musket, and while the ramrod was in the barrel, the
piece was accidentally discharged. The ramrod pierced
through his body, and so firmly was the worm-end fixed
near the backbone, that the strongest man among us was
unable to move it. He was conveyed to the infirmary, and
things went on as usual, as no calamity of this sort could
be allowed to interfere with the duties then before us. The
fine young man, whose case is just recorded, recovered from
the wound, but was, I believe, eventually drowned in a
river near Salamanca. At another time, during a violent
cannonade from the besieged, I had been conversing with
a man on the trenches, when our discussion was closed by
a round shot, which took away the head of the respondent,
as smoothly as if it had been sabred. I was also informed
that another of our men had been killed merely by the
wind of a cannon-bullet; but as I did not witness the circumstance,
I will not vouch for its correctness. Not long
before the storming parties were selected, a sad instance of
the fatal effects of intemperance occurred. One of our
company was ordered out on duty, but, being in a state of
inebriety, durst not appear. We afterwards missed him
altogether; and some time after we found his lifeless body
coiled up in a blanket, in a crouching posture, behind one
of the tents. Our opinion was that he had crept there for
secrecy, and by some means or other was smothered. All
that remained in our power we did, which was to consign
his remains to the parent earth. The day on which we
proceeded to Badajos I received a letter from my brother
in Ireland, in which he recommended me to an officer named
Carey. After some search I found the gentleman, who
received me with genuine kindness, and promised his future
patronage when the town was taken; an engagement on
169which, from his frank and generous bearing, I at once felt
it was safe to depend. But, Lord, what is man, or the
best of men? My newly-acquired friend fell while leading
on his men; so that our brief intercourse was the first
and last which this world afforded.
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