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
It has always struck me as a great mistake to let privates learn the
punishments inflicted upon officers, as this, of course, tends to
lower them in the eyes of their men. That day, for instance, I was
much astonished to hear that one of the Captains of the regiment had
been punished by the Colonel with fifteen days of _arrêts de rigueur_
(strict confinement to his room, with a sentry in front of his door)
"for," said the orders, "having been seen walking about in a drunken
state, with his uniform in disarray, at ten o'clock at night." This
Captain was greatly hated by the men, and it is needless to say that
they all rejoiced at the punishment which had been inflicted upon him,
expressing their feelings in the coarsest language.
"Stables" over, we hurried to the town, and our set met as usual at
the Crown Hotel, where we exchanged impressions on military service.
We were all unanimous in declaring it a filthy and disgusting ordeal.
After the evening call, we entertained our respective Corporals at the
canteen, most of them having to be supported back to their beds.
The following day was enlivened by the arrival of the ordinary
recruits coming to serve their five years. Most of them came from
Paris, and belonged to the worst set of ruffians imaginable. A few were
countrymen, among whom were two or three stupid "Bretons" coming from
the remotest parts of Brittany. One of the latter was assigned a bed
next to the "old 'un," and therefore close to mine. As soon as he had
eaten his evening meal, he sat on his bed, weeping bitterly, and as I
asked him the cause of his grief he began with deep sobs:
"Our poor Jeanne; it's the day she ought to calve, and to think that I
shall not be near her! If you saw that cow, sir----"
"Oh! it's a cow!"
"Yes, sir, and when she calves she won't take any food except from
my hand, and now I am here, and she calving! My poor Jeanne, my poor
Jeanne!"
I tried to console him, but it was in vain. Of course, the other
troopers made great fun of him, and one of them remarked that if his
cow was as ugly as himself, and as ill-fed, she must be a hideous beast
indeed. This drove the fellow into an absolute frenzy, and, seizing the
sword hanging at the head of my bed, he would have made deadly use of
it had I not forcibly prevented him.
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