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 evening it was freezing so hard that we were allowed to take our
great-coats to the _Salle de Police_, and the Sergeant of the Guard
being a friend of de Lanoy's I was excused from pumping water, and
sent to my bed at 3 A.M. The following day I was still more lucky, for
de Lanoy having taken the guard, allowed me to sleep in the stables
instead of the _Salle de Police_. I made myself snug alongside my
mare, and the dear little beast cannot have moved for hours, for I
slept beside her from 8.30 P.M. till 3 A.M. I was awakened by a great
commotion: one of the chargers had kicked in such a way as to get
astride the partition of his stall, where he got stuck. I arose to help
the stable guard, and with the handle of a broom we managed after a
good deal of trouble to unhook the partition, which fell to the ground,
releasing the unfortunate horse.
I then returned to my own charger's stall, and passed a most
comfortable night. I had once more to sleep in the _Salle de Police_,
but, fortunately, that was my last day of it for the time being.
The frost was getting more intense every day, and it has, indeed, been
recorded that the winter of 1879 was one of the severest within the
memory of man. The cold at last was such that orders were given by
various Captains that we should drill in the stables instead of out of
doors; this at least saved us from having to run round a yard until we
were completely exhausted.
As we began to know Sergeant Legros better we were able to realise
into what hands we had fallen: some days he was in a good humour and
none of us would be punished; at other times he would only put in an
appearance when we were assembled for drill on foot; but when he failed
to appear at morning school, which in his absence was presided over
by a Corporal, we were certain that it was a bad sign. The moment he
appeared he looked sulky, with a heavy cloud over his face, and his
first words to us usually were, "I am going to stick four of you in the
_Salle de Police_ to-night, so you had better look out." This promise
he never failed to keep, and four of us invariably slept in the lock-up.
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