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
swing into deep water. On the following day, the sailor
who lost his life by falling from the foretop was committed
to the deep. The body was carefully enclosed in a
blanket, and placed on an oblong grating, to each end of
which two round shot were lashed. The sea service for the
burial of the dead was then performed with great solemnity;
immediately after which, the grating was lowered from the
ship’s side, and, being heavily weighted, sank with the
velocity of a stone. We landed in safety at Yarmouth on
the first day of December, and marched without loss of
time into the barracks, where all traces of our recent perils
and exposure to sudden mortality were soon forgotten, or
remembered only for amusement.
Having saved a little money, I was soon able to furnish
myself with such extra articles of necessity and convenience
as appeared desirable to a young man just returned to his
native shore, and aiming to appear respectable. But, alas!
I regret to state that my ambition was not limited to
things altogether needful. Surrounded by evil examples,
I became an easy prey to vicious men and their sinful
practices. Prodigal of cash while it lasted, the earnings
of many a watchful, hard-fought day were speedily dispersed;
and among other considerations which now occur
to my mind, I am amazed that at the season of life now described,
although just escaped almost miraculously from the
jaws of death, not the smallest sense of gratitude to the
Almighty seemed to enter the minds either of my comrades
or myself. That this acknowledgment is discreditable to
myself, I am sensible; but since such was the fact,—and I
43am determined to represent things as they really were,—it
must not be suppressed merely for the purpose of putting
a gloss upon conduct essentially wrong. I shall not stoop
even to concealment: the advice of old Herbert is homely
but sound,—
‘Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie:
The fault that needs it most grows two thereby.’
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