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
Lord Wellington judged it best to remain on the defensive,
and strengthen the lines. With this view the light
division, supported by a brigade of cavalry, occupied Valle
and the heights overlooking the marsh and inundation;
the bridge at the end of the causeway was mined; a sugarloaf
shaped hill, looking straight down the approach, was
crowned with embrasures for artillery, and laced in front
with a zig-zag covered way, capable of containing five
hundred infantry. Thus the causeway being blocked, the
French could not, while the inundation was maintained,
make any sudden irruption from Santarem. About this
period a column of French, six thousand strong, scoured
all the country beyond the Zezere, and contrived to secrete
a quantity of food near Pedragoa, while other detachments
122arriving on the Mondego, below Coimbra, even passed that
river, and carried off four hundred oxen and two thousand
sheep intended for the allies. These excursions gave rise
to horrible excesses, which broke down the discipline of the
French army, and were not always executed with impunity.
The British cavalry at various times redeemed many cattle,
and brought in a considerable number of prisoners.
Finding the drudgery of servitude, when added to my
customary military duty, greater than I could well sustain,
I requested permission to resign my situation with the
captain; and we parted, mutually satisfied with past
acquaintance, and on the fairest terms. While in the
vicinity of Santarem, the unarmed French and English
soldiers, while procuring wine for the respective forces,
were frequently intermingled in the same cellar, when
there seemed to exist a tacit understanding that all animosity
was suspended. The liquor was, however, sometimes
too powerful; and one of our men, who had been a
good soldier, after a sad debauch relapsed into a fit of
despondency. The inordinate cup was then resorted to,
but, as usual, it lifted him up only to throw him into lower
depths of misery. He then deserted; and when taken,
seized an opportunity of placing the muzzle of a musket to
his mouth, and setting his foot upon the trigger, blew his
head to atoms.
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