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
That same night one of the recruits whose bed had been sent
"heavenwards" rushed to the Sergeant's room and complained. The
Sergeant came to our quarters, and shouted in a loud voice, "Look
here, you fellows," "here's a recruit who has come to complain to me
of having been bullied, as we have all been on joining the regiment;
you had better leave him alone, and don't let him disturb me any
more." Thereupon, knowing well what the result would be, the Sergeant
retired to his room. Immediately a blanket was produced round which
from twelve to fifteen men stood holding it, while four other men
collared the recruit and chucked him into it. Before he knew where
he was, he had been sent flying up to the ceiling, and as soon as
he dropped into the blanket was again sent up, the operation being
repeated a dozen times until all the breath had nearly left the poor
fellow's body. The same misfortune, I am sorry to say, befell me that
very night. A trooper from the second squadron, whose room was close
to mine, sneaked in and pulled my bed down. I saw him go back to his
room, and as soon as he had got under the blankets without noticing me,
I pulled his bed down with a crash; but some other fellows had seen
me, and, unfortunately for myself, I was ignorant at the time of the
unwritten law that no practical jokes may be played on the men of a
squadron different from one's own, so, before I realised where I was,
I was chucked into a blanket and tossed more than once into the air. I
must, however, add that the thing was purely done as a joke, and with
no ill-feeling--the bed, indeed, that I had pulled down was that of my
friend, Walter. I found it by no means a disagreeable sensation to be
tossed in a blanket, but I can quite understand that a repetition of
the performance, a dozen times or more, may shake a man more than he
may like.
The following day we began to drill. After morning stables we were
hurried to our rooms. We kept on our stable-dress, but had to exchange
our clogs for boots, although we were allowed to wear ordinary shoes
if we possessed any. We assembled in the barrack-square, _Volontaires_
and recruits together, and three or four of us were told off under the
orders of a Corporal, who proceeded to explain to us the difference
between our left and right leg. However absurd this may seem, it is
absolutely necessary in the case of many recruits coming from remote
districts in the provinces, and I have known some of them to take a
fortnight before they realised the difference between left and right.
We went through the various preliminaries of drill, we were taught to
stand in line, to execute "By the left quick march," "Right turn,"
"Left turn," "Right about turn," and so on--preliminary exercises,
which are the same in all the armies of the world. At the end of two
hours, at the call of "Soup," we were to our great relief at last
dismissed.
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