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
They had apparently had quite enough of it, for they both went to
lie down moaning heavily. Curiously enough, neither of them had been
stabbed, and they had only received some insignificant scratches.
Beckoning to Piatte to come to me, I examined his wound; luckily for
him he was wearing his uniform coat, and the thickness of the cloth
had partly stopped the knife, and it had only penetrated slightly into
the flesh of his arm. It was with difficulty that I induced him to let
me bind it up with my pocket handkerchief, a trifling service which
the kind-hearted fellow never forgot, and which he repaid in more ways
than one. When the Sergeant of the Guard came at 3 A.M. to take the men
to the pump, I was ordered to stop in the cells, the Sergeant having
received special instructions to keep me there until the Major turned
up in the morning. There were two prisoners to keep me company, but
dog-tired as I was, I soon dropped off to sleep, and did not awake
till half-past six, when my friend de Lanoy came to look me up. He had
tried to find out what I was charged with, but had failed to do so; he
promised, however, to come and let me know as soon as he obtained any
information, so that I should be prepared to face the Major, before
whom I was to be brought at 10 A.M. De Lanoy also kindly suggested
sending me my washing materials and a razor, in order that I should
not look the disgraceful object I then did. Shortly afterwards the
Corporal of the Guard brought me my things, as well as a bucket and a
looking-glass, and while I was making my toilet he chattered with me
about my case.
"You're in a nice hole, old boy," he said, "and I shouldn't like to
stand in your shoes. What on earth have you been doing?"
I assured him that this was the very thing I did not know myself.
"Now that is all rot," he replied. "It must have been something, jolly
serious, too, for when the Major came to the barracks yesterday he was
in a greater rage than I have ever seen him in before. Yes," he went
on, "I really thought he would have had a fit."
I once more renewed my assurance that I was absolutely unconscious of
having done anything wrong.
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