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
period in the vicinity of a village, the landlady of a Spanish
house of entertainment had broached a puncheon of wine,
which she retailed at a stipulated price. One of our men,
with more wit than wisdom, got behind the cask unperceived
by the lady, and having pierced the hinder end with
his bayonet, drew away both for himself and friends. In
an evil hour the unlucky wight was detected, and next
morning was punished in presence of the regiment. That
the man did wrong, is clear; but being a good soldier, and
of an excellent temper withal, the event excited great regret,
and the humiliating spectacle was witnessed with reluctance.
One day a bullock was killed for our use, and afforded a
luxurious repast; but we were obliged to make haste about
it. Scarcely had we finished a hasty meal, when the advance
of the enemy was announced. The men were unwilling to
lose even a fragment of viands so scarce; and several were
afterwards observed collecting bundles of the long dry
grass and making a fire, over which they frizzled pieces of
meat, impaled on the end of a ramrod. The hardships we
endured in the prosecution of this retreat were increasingly
severe. Personal comforts were out of the question. No
change of linen could be procured, and as to a pair of stockings,
the luxury was not to be thought of. As mine were
worn to tatters, I contented myself without a new supply.
Snatches of broken slumber were all we could obtain, though,
ready to stumble with weariness. The physical energies
both of myself and comrades have, since that period, often
appeared wonderful, even to myself. Many a time I have
marched eight or ten miles on the nourishment afforded by
a little water; and even then, with a pipe and good company,
we talked away dull care, and were able with three
106cheers to face about, and with a determined volley warn
away the following foe. We were much hurt by exposure
to extremes. After the exhaustion arising from a forced
march, pursued for hours, during the meridian heat of this
burning climate, we lay down to rest for the night; and on
the following morning such was the copiousness of the fallen
dew, that our blankets appeared as if dipped in water.
Rising from the ground in such a condition, it will be easily
imagined that our sensations were not of an enviable cast.
Even then I thought of my native land; of its rivers and
vales, all so peaceful and beauteous, and they arose fairer
than ever. And I thought of my mother, who so often had
cared and watched for me! But these meditations were
dismissed. Had they been long indulged, my heart would
have melted within me; and the time was at hand when
the sterner faculties were likely to be tried to the uttermost.
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