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
At ten o’clock the whole of the works were to have been
simultaneously assailed, and it was hoped that the strength
of the enemy would shrivel before this fiery girdle; but
the disappointments of war are many. An unforeseen
accident delayed the attack of the fifth division; and a
lighted carcass thrown from the castle falling close to
where the men of the third division were drawn up, discovered
their array, and obliged them to anticipate the
signal by half an hour. Then, everything being suddenly
disturbed, the double columns of the fourth and light divisions
also moved silently and swiftly against the breaches;
and the guard of the trenches, rushing forward with a
shout, encompassed the San Roque with fire, and broke in
so violently that scarcely any resistance was made. General
Kempt passed the Rivellas in single files by a narrow
bridge, under a terrible musketry; and then reforming
and running up the rugged hill, had reached the foot of
the castle, when he fell severely wounded, and being carried
back to the trenches, met Picton who hastened forward
to take the command. Meanwhile his troops spreading
along the front reared their ladders, some against the lofty
castle, some against the adjoining front on the left, and
with incredible courage ascended amidst showers of heavy
stones, logs of wood, and bursting shells rolled off the
parapet; while from the flanks the enemy plied his musketry
with fearful rapidity, and in front with pikes and
bayonets stabbing the leading assailants, or pushed the
ladders from the walls; and all this attended with deafening
shouts, and the crash of breaking ladders, and the
shriek of soldiers crushed by violent falls. Still, swarming
round the remaining ladders, these undaunted veterans
strove who should first climb; until all being overturned,
171the French shouted victory, and the British, baffled but
untamed, fell back a few paces, and took shelter under the
rugged edge of the hill. Here, when the broken ranks
were somewhat reformed, the heroic Colonel Ridge, springing
forward, called with stentorian voice on his men to
follow; and seizing a ladder, once more raised it against
the castle, yet to the right of the former attack, where the
wall was lower, and an embrasure offered some facility.
A second ladder was soon placed alongside the first by the
grenadier officer Canch, and the next instant he and Ridge
were on the rampart; the shouting troops pressed after
them; the garrison, amazed, and in a manner surprised,
were driven fighting through the double gate into the
town, and the castle was won. A reinforcement sent from
the French reserve then came up, a sharp action followed,
both sides fired through the gate, and the enemy retired;
but Ridge fell,—and no man died that night with greater
honour.
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