Our fleet finally arrived at our destination. Our commanders decided to land and unload at a beach not a port. I'm sure they had their reasons, but as a result of this it would take five days to fully unload the army and its supplies. The hole time we were unloading horses, supply crates, cannons, ammo, wagons and such. We were being watched by Russian scouts on the hills. I could just about distinguish them looking through binoculars and taking notes.
Our top commanders seemed quite relaxed.
I saw them sitting around, reading newspapers and drinking tea.
All the while the sun beamed down on us, I didn't expect such heat.
This was also my first time meeting the French soldiers we'd be fighting alongside. The ones that spoke English weren't afraid to talk and share a cigarette with you.
After a while we marched off the beach and into the hills where tents had been set up,
I saw our generals at the top of one hill drinking wines, talking and laughing and some reading novels or reading newspapers.
It all seemed as though we were here for a training experience and not a war...*British commanders relaxing whilst overseeing their camp and naval landing area. The army unloads on the beaches from Royal Navy ships.*
*The British army unloading from transport ships in Crimea*
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The bloody fields of Crimea
AdventureDuring the mid 1850s, The British Empire, The French Empire and The Ottoman Empire went to war with the Russian Empire. It was the first modern war as it saw some of the first use of photography, railway and telegraphs in warfare. It also saw some...