Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third RepublicDecle, Lionel
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Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third Republic
Decle, Lionel
France. Armée -- Military life
"'Beg your pardon, sir,' I says, 'but I didn't disgrace my uniform, for
I had no uniform on.' It was a pity I said that, because it made the
Captain real mad.
"'You have the impertinence to reply!' he then cries out; 'I had come
here only to lecture you, but as you dare answer me I'll punish you.
You will have eight days' _Salle de Police_ for having exhibited
yourselves in public in a disgraceful way.' Just then he caught sight
of Piatte. 'Hallo! here's another one!' he says. 'You shall have eight
days too.'
"'Well, sir,' I says, 'if you will just allow me to say so, it was
me who answered you, and I didn't mean any impertinence; but if you
remember, you said that you only wanted to give me a lecture, and 'twas
only because I answered you that you punished me, so would you mind
only punishing me, because Piatte there never answered anything.'
"'You are a plucky one,' said the Captain, 'and a good comrade, but I
am sorry that I can't do what you ask me. You both have been guilty of
the same offence, and you must both be punished, but I'll reduce your
punishment to four days' _Salle de Police_.'
"He then wrote something on a card, and told me to give it to the
Sergeant of the Guard. 'Twas an order to put us in the lock-up there
and then, and you see we had dressed in such a hurry that we forgot to
take off our fleshings, and when the Guv'nor came to ask for them, the
Captain, who had waited until we were dressed, told us to go straight
to barracks as we were, and I told the Guv'nor that he would get back
his fleshings when he had paid us the 50 francs he owed us. But it was
rare fun, my boy," concluded Titi.
The following day Titi and Piatte were brought back to the cells at
eleven o'clock in the morning, the Colonel having upon the Captain's
report altered their punishment into fifteen days' prison.
During the next few days the _Salle de Police_ was so crowded at
night that, with the exception of the seven prisoners, each of whom
had a straw mattress and thus his place marked out, the troopers were
so crammed together that they had to lie down on the planks huddled
together like herrings in a box.
I had already been twelve days in prison when I began to feel extremely
ill. I was suffering from fever and dysentery, probably due to the
vitiated air of the place, and it is a wonder to me now how we all
escaped typhoid fever. I asked for the doctor, and when he had examined
me, he gave orders that I should be immediately removed to hospital,
where I was detained for a fortnight before I recovered.
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