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
We were now selected and classified for the actual assault.
The difficulty was, not to procure men enough, but
how to refuse applications, for all were ready. Nor were
these offers founded in ignorance of the nature of the expected
service; the candidates were not such novices. The
watch-word of Nelson was not forgotten,—‘England expects
every man to do his duty;’ and the resolution which
everywhere prevailed was entered into with a thorough
consciousness that life was then scarcely worth an hour’s
purchase. And yet every countenance was bright, for every
heart was firm; and it was clear that the elevation and
strength of mind so universally prevalent was the effect of
principle, well considered and approved. Indeed, there
was no stimulus at hand to produce superficial excitement;
no drops of Scheidam to generate Dutch courage; the
men were kept in the utmost silence and order. It is true
here and there a soldier might be perceived stealing from
the trenches with a little refreshment in his canteen for the
friend with whom he was to part; and in return, more than
one message, the last to be delivered on earth, was sent
from many a brave man to mother, wife, or some other
valued relative, with directions that if killed the knapsack
of a certain number, with its contents, should be duly forwarded.
The night was dry, but clouded, the air thick
with watery exhalations from the river, the ramparts and
the trenches were unusually still, yet a low murmur pervaded
the latter, and in the former, lights were seen to flit
here and there; while the deep voices of the sentinels at
times proclaimed that all was well in Badajos. The French
confiding in Phillipon’s direful skill, watched from their
170lofty station the approach of enemies whom they had twice
before baffled, and now hoped to drive a third time, blasted
and ruined, from the walls.
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