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
I renewed my efforts, but was unable to hoist the enormous bundle on to
my shoulders. The Captain then called out to two troopers who happened
to pass by: "Stick me that load on that lazy dog's shoulders!" he said
to them. They lifted the bundle, and dropping it on the top of my head
before I was prepared for it, they brought me to the ground under the
heap. This put the Captain in a fury; he swore at me and cursed me, and
said that it was all obstinacy on my part, and that I would "d----d
well have to carry it." At last I managed to get it on my shoulders,
and went twenty-five yards farther with it; but it was too much for
me, and I had to put it down once more. Fortunately, the Captain had
disappeared, and Titi soon came to my relief. Although he was carrying
seven bundles, he took three of mine, and I was then able to carry the
five remaining ones as far as the squadron stores. These, I found to
my astonishment, to have been originally built as a lavatory, with a
number of large basins for the use of the men. I stopped there a little
while, hoping to escape a repetition of my previous experience, when
our Sergeant-major looked into the place.
"What are you doing there, you lazy dog?" (The actual expression
which is constantly used in French regimental slang, by officers and
non-commissioned officers alike, cannot be translated into English for
more than one reason.)
In reply to the Sergeant-major's civil question I told him that I was
putting the straw in order, but he told me to return at once to the
stores. All the straw had already been carried away, so I was told off
to carry four bundles of hay, each one of them tied up in the shape
of a ball and weighing about fifty pounds. I told the Corporal that
I should be unable to bear such a weight, especially considering the
enormous size of the load. He abused me, called me a lazy dog, and as
he was raising his voice an officer came to see what was the matter.
"The fellow refuses to carry his load," said the Corporal.
"Refuses!" exclaimed the officer.
"No, sir," I interrupted; "I merely said that I was unable to bear the
weight of such a load."
The officer, who was one of the exceptionally just and gentlemanly
lieutenants in our regiment, told me to try and carry two bundles, and
to show him that I appreciated his manner towards me, I did my best
to go on with them. I only succeeded, however, in going half way to
the barracks, and then I tipped another trooper to carry my load as
far as the stores. I escaped having to carry any more, De Lanoy having
considerately ordered me to sweep the straw in front of the building.
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