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
During the brief stay made here we experienced a
remarkable escape from imminent danger. The lower
corridors of the building were filled with the horses of the
cavalry and artillery, so thickly stowed that it was scarcely
possible for a single man to pass them, and there was but
one entrance. Two officers returning from the bridge,
being desirous to find shelter for their men, entered the
convent, and with terror perceived that a large window-shutter
was on fire. The flame was spreading to the
rafter above; in a few moments the straw under the horses
would ignite, and six thousand men and animals be involved
in inevitable ruin. One of the officers (Captain
Lloyd, of the 43rd), a man of great activity, strength, and
presence of mind, made a sign to his companions to keep
silence, and springing upon the nearest horse, ran along
the backs of the others until he reached the flaming shutter,
which he tore off its hinges and threw out of the window;
51then returning quickly, he awakened some of the soldiers,
and cleared the passage without creating any alarm, which
in such a case would have been as destructive as the flames.
I scarcely need add that Captain Lloyd was a man of
more than ordinary talent.
The town of Benevente, a rich, open place, is remarkable
for a small but curious Moorish palace or castle, containing
a fine collection of ancient armour, and is situated
on an extensive plain, that, extending from the Gallician
mountains to the neighbourhood of Burgos, appeared to be
boundless. Here the army rested two days; but as little
could be done to remove the stores, the greater part were
destroyed, of which I was a reluctant eye-witness. I am
sorry to say, that during this sojourn the fine discipline of
our corps, thus far maintained without a flaw, was sadly
broken down. Some circumstances may be urged in mitigation
of the fault, though, looking at that eventful crisis,
nothing can altogether extenuate the excesses into which
numbers of the troops descended. Exhausted as they were
with privation and fatigue, it is no wonder that they were
eager in search of repose and refreshment. Unfortunately,
one of the first objects of attention was an extensive range
of vaults, in which pipes of wine were deposited. In such
haste were the half-famished men to quench their thirst,
that shots were fired at the heads of the casks, which sent
them in altogether, so that the choice and heady liquor ran
in all directions, and was ankle-deep on the pavement;
besides which, and this was the most serious part of the
calamity at such a moment, the men, regardless of the
potent and intoxicating beverage, drank it like water. The
result need not be told; and I have often thought it was a
special mercy that at such a juncture the services of the
men were not required. Had the enemy approached, no
one could have averted the fate of the aggressors. Unable
either to fight or fly, they must have fallen into hostile
52hands in all the disgrace of impotent inebriety.
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