The Durham Light Infantry Regiment
The
Durham Light Infantry Regiment -Regimental District 68 -consists of the
68th and 106th Foot.
The former was formed in 1768, and has a relationship of origin
with the famous Welsh Fusiliers, being formed from the second battalion
of that regiment. The 68th
were engaged in the incursions of Cherbourg, and in 1764 went to
Antigua, where they remained some eight years.
For the following thirty years or more they served at Gibraltar,
in the actions at St. Lucia, and again in the West Indies, till the year
1809 found them taking part in the ill-fated Walcheren expedition under
the Marquis of Huntly. Here, after having obtained the honourable capitulation of
Flushing, with the loss to our army of only nine men killed and not
fifty wounded, the forces were allowed to remain, till out of
thirty-nine thousand odd who composed the expedition as its
commencement, nearly sixteen thousand had either already died or were
stricken with mortal illness. From
1811 to 1814 they took part in the Peninsular War, where honours came
thick upon them. A second battalion joined Wellington at Badajoz in 1811,
being subsequently joined by the first battalion, and at Salamanca they
shared in one of the most famous battles fought by Wellington. Its details have before been given, and the part played by
the 68th is matter of history, but its importance runs the
chance of nowadays underrated. Yet
this is how the historian of the campaign refers to it, and the
reference to the personality of the Great Commander is not without its
interest to us who live in the era of “new men, other
minds:”-“This famous battle, in which the English general, to use a
French officer’s expression, defeated forty thousand men in forty
minutes! Yet he thought it
as if his great genius disdained such trial of its strength. Late in the evening of that great day I saw him behind my
regiment, then marching towards the ford.
He was alone; the flush of victory was on his brow; his eyes were
eager and watchful, but his voice was calm and even gentle. More than the rival of Marlborough, for he had defeated
greater generals than Marlborough ever encountered, he seemed, with a
prescient pride only, to accept the victory as an earnest of greater
glory.” At Burgos, and
the retreat there from, the 61st fought with unsurpassed
devotion; they shared in the strife at Pampeluna; at the battle of
Neville they won great distinction by their desperate attack ion the
strong redoubt of San Pe, distinction emphasized by their conduct in the
passage of the Adour. At
the Pyrenees they saved, where “after years toil and combats, admired
rather than understood, Lord Wellington, emerging from the chaos of the
peninsula struggle, crowned the Pyrenees a recognised conqueror.
From that pinnacle the clangour of his trumpets was heard, and
the splendour of his genius blazed out, a flaming beacon for warring
nations.” They bear
“Orthes” on their colours, a distinction bravely earned, and though
they were not present at the crowning battle of Waterloo, none of the
regiments that bear “Peninsula” amongst their honours have shown a
better title to its comprehensive glory than the first battalion of the
Durham Light Infantry.
Though the intervening years were far from
idly spent, we must need pass them over, and come to the period of the
Crimea. Then again did the
68th come-in sporting phrase-to the fore “with a rush.”
At the Alma, where “the murderous fire of the batteries, and
the volleys fired from the numerous riflemen, was so terrific that the
English columns seemed to stagger under the fearful shower of shot,
shell, and grape where yet the men pressed bravely on in the dreadful
struggle,” the 68th gave good account of themselves; at
Balaklava they were again engaged; at Inkerman, where they were in the
Third Division, they bore a right manful part in “the soldiers’
battle.” One is apt
sometimes to think and speak as though Inkerman ended the campaign, and
to omit or pass over the numerous field engagements, the constant
“wear and tear,” the sufferings and privations that were gone
through before Sevastopol was finally evacuated.
The losses of the 68th throughout the campaign were
ten officers and three hundred and ten privates killed, died of disease,
and wounded. In 1858 they
were in Burmah; eight years later saw them engaged in the remote,
unfamiliar warfare then waged in New Zealand.
In England it had been the fashion to speak of the Maories as
“wretched savages;” events in 1860 had taught us, with unpleasant
emphasis, “How much the wretched dared.”
Here they were under the command of Colonel Greer, and at the
disaster of the Gate Pa did all that was in the power of one regiment to
do to advert the misfortune. They-with
some marines-had during the night taken a position in rear of the
Maories, and repulsed those of the enemy who strove to escape that way.
Unfortunately this very repulse was productive of harm, for the
foe, hindered in their retreat, returned to the Pa, and increased the
panic by the suddenness of their attack.
Recriminations for a time were general.
It was said that the 68th had tried three times to
storm the Pa, and each time had failed.
“It was not duty of the 68th to storm the Pa, they
were assigned their position in the rear to cut off the enemy’s
retreat.” They denied that they either assaulted, or, in consequence,
that they were repulsed, and the comparative smallness of there loss
leaves a strong additional argument in favour of this view.
By the time peace was enforced the regiment had to mourn eight
men killed and forty-seven-including eight officers-wounded.
Since that time the 68th have not been engaged in any
important engagements, but their record-briefly set forth even as it is
here-gives warrant, of no doubtful import, of their right to claim a
high rank amongst the regiments of Her Majesty’s army.
The second battalion, the 106th,
was raised in 1839 as a regiment in the service of the Hon East India
Company, and was known as the Second Bombay European Regiment.
Their chief warlike employment has been in the Persian campaign
of 1857, when they were amongst “the small force that invaded the land
of that Cyrus who was King of Babylon, Media, and Persia,” and the
names upon their colours show the service they have rendered.
The village of Bushire, a place of considerable importance, was
captured without much difficulty. But
the campaign was not at all to be of easy nature.
“During the first two day’s march this little army
encountered two of the most disagreeable incidents of a tropical
climate. First, a gale of
wind sprang up, carrying with it huge cloud of sand, which penetrated
not only the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, but seemed actually to force
its way into the pores of the skin.
When the army halted, and were bivouacked in order to march, a
tremendous thunderstorm burst upon them, rain and hail coming down in
torrents, when both officers and men were drenched to the skin, for they
had no cover such as tents and trees.
A Piercing cold wind blew upon them, and rendered their condition
more trying than can easily be imagined, except by those who have
experienced similar inconveniences. The battle of Kooshab resulted in the entire rout of the
enemy, who was defeated at every point, and in the retreat was cut up by
the artillery and cavalry. A
couple of brass guns were captured, a standard, and a large number of
muskets. The Enfield rifle,
which was used in this affair, cast terror on the Persians.
On one occasion a horseman, who was making threatening
demonstrations at a distance of eight yards, was neatly picked off by a
good shot, an officer in the 2nd European Light infantry.”
With other regiments of the East India Company’s service they
joined the Queen’s Army in 1861, and were numbered the 106th.
Late in the Egyptian campaign the regiment was employed, and took
part in the battle of Giniss. Extracted
from ‘Her Majesty’s Army’s’
How Private John Warwick Of The 2nd
Battalion, Durham Light Infantry, Won The D.C.M. At Troyon
On September 16th 1914, the 2nd
Durham Light Infantry, who had just been sent out from England with the
rest of the 6th Division, arrived on the Aisne, and after
being kept in reserve for a couple of days on the south, they crossed
the river, and took over the trenches occupied by the 1st
Northampton’s high up on the plateau of Troyon. The trenches held by
the company to which Private John Warwick, the hero of the gallant deeds
we are about to relate, belonged were situated about forty yards from
the top of a ridge, the exact spot which, a day or two before, had
witnessed one of the most shameful examples of Hunnish treachery to be
found in the whole war. About half past two in the afternoon of the 17th,
a body of Germans had breasted the ridge, carrying a large white flag in
token of surrender. About one hundred of the Northampton’s went
forward to bring in the surrendering Huns, and called to them to lay
down their arms, some of our men throwing down their own rifles to make
their meaning clear. Suddenly, in accordance with a prearranged plan,
the Germans threw themselves flat on the ground, while from behind the
ridge appeared a second line of the enemy, who opened fire at point
blank range upon the unsuspecting Northampton’s. Happily the
Northampton’s trench was flanked by a machine gun section of the 1st
Queen’s, who with the assistance of some of the Coldstream Guards,
enfiladed the treacherous Huns with murderous effect, killing and
wounding over three hundred, while another one hundred surrendered, this
time in earnest.
On the morning of the 20th, after our
artillery, concealed in a wood at the foot of the slope, had bombarded
the German trenches on the other side of the ridge, the Durhams were
given the order to attack. Before, however, they had reached the crest,
they were held up by a withering fire, and an officer of Warwick’s
company, Lieutenant-afterwards Captain Twist, fell, shot through the
neck. Warwick and another private named Howson, threw themselves down
beside the lieutenant, and having bandaged his wound, asked permission
of Major Robb, who commanded their company, to try and carry him to the
dressing station. This was granted, and though the ground was being very
heavily shelled, they succeeded in getting him there safely. On their
return to the British trenches, to which, in the meantime, their company
had been obliged to retire, Warwick saw that one of his comrades,
Private Maughan, had been left lying wounded on the crest of the ridge,
on the very spot where the treacherous Huns had made their appearance
with the white flag three days before. He crawled up the slope and
succeeded in assisting Maughan, who was wounded in the hip, back to
safety.
He then learned that MajorRobb was lying mortally
wounded on the enemy’s side of the ridge, where upon the brave fellow
at once volunteered to risk his life for the third time, in an attempt
to bring his unfortunate officer in. On this occasion he did not go
alone, a comrade, Private Nevison, offering to accompany him. Flattened
to earth, the two men wriggled their way up the slope and over the crest
to the spot where the dying major lay, though hardly had they topped the
rise when they were spotted by the Germans, and greeted with a storm of
bullets. Just at this moment, however, our artillery started to bombard
the enemy’s trenches and gave the Huns something else to think about.
Taking advantage of this welcome diversion, the two privates started on
their return journey, carrying Major Robb between them, Nevison being on
the right and Warwick on the left. They had not preceded many paces,
however, when the German snipers spotted them, and bullets began to hum
past their heads. Nevertheless, they held stoutly on their way with
their burden, cleared the crest of the ridge and began to run down the
farther slope towards the British trenches, when suddenly two rifles
cracked simultaneously, and dropping the wounded officer, both Warwick
and Nevison fell to the ground. After a moment or two the former was
seen to sit up, but the latter lay quite still. He had been shot through
the brain, and death had been instantaneous. Friendly hands carried the
three men back to our trenches, whence Major Robb and Warwick were
conveyed to the dressing station. The major died some hours after; but
his brave rescuer’s wound, though severe, was happily not a dangerous
one, and he recovered. Private-now corporal John Warwick, who was
awarded the Distinguished Conduct Medal for these most gallant deeds, is
thirty years of age and his home is at Darlington. Extracted
from 'Deeds That Thrill The Empire'
THOMAS
DE COURCY HAMILTON (Captain, Afterwards
Major-General) 68th Durham Light Infantry Knight
of the Legion of Honour
On the night of May 11th 1855, the Russian made a most
determined sortie from Sebastopol, but Captain Hamilton led a few men
from a battery of which he held possession and boldly charged the enemy.
His gallantry and daring conduct on this occasion was most
conspicuous, and by his courageous initiative the works were saved from
falling into the enemy’s hands.
Major-General Hamilton, son of the late
James John Hamilton, Esq., Ballymacoll, Co. Meath, was born at Stranraer,
Wigtonshire, and July 20th 1825.
Educated privately. Joined
the 90th Light Infantry, 1842, serving through the Kaffir War
of 1846. Present with the
68th Light infantry at Alma, Balaklava, Inkerman and the
siege and fall of Sebastopol, obtaining medal and four clasps and the
Turkish medal. Retired
1874.
JOHN MURRAY (Sergeant)
68th Regiment (Durham Light Infantry)
On June 21st 1864, at the storming of the Maori
position, at Tauranga, New Zealand, Sergeant John Murray behaved in a
most brave manner. He ran
up to one of the rifle-pits, containing tem men, and, absolutely by
himself, killed or wounded every one of them. He then proceeded up the works, fighting in a most desperate
manner, bayoneting several more.
JOHN
BYRNE (Private) 68th
Regiment Durham Light Infantry
At the battle of Inkerman, November 5th 1854, the 68th
were ordered to retire but Byrne returned towards the enemy and brought
back a wounded soldier who would otherwise have fallen into their hands.
On May 11th, following he engaged in a hand-to-hand
fight with a Russian on the parapet of the work he was defending.
He killed his opponent and took away his arms.