Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Soldiering on

Reading the narratives of Napoleonic campaigns, one is struck by the endurance of the soldiers.  Sleeping what can only be a fitful sleep on soddened ground with only a dirty coat as warmth, with little or no food in the belly, only to woken before dawn to march another long march burdened by musket, pack and equipment.  Then to be thrown into a maelstrom of cannon and fire and slashing swords; of immediate death and panic, only to survive to see the horribly wounded and dying.  Yet to march off again wet and tired to fight the next day and go through the horror once again.
As I muse these thoughts to my wife early this Wednesday workday morning, her only comment:
"So it's like 9 to 5...."


  1. Doug:

    I have a book called Diary of a Napolenic Foot Soldier - you may have already read it, but I'll give it to you next time I see you (maybe at Trumpeter). It's about a German conscript who served in the Russian Campaign - as well as earlier ones. Dean

    1. Thanks Dean! It will be good to see you.