Culloden Page #3
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- 1964
- 69 min
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Fifth son of the clan chief,
in the Prince's army.
is this man's brother.
Charles Edward Stuart's war
is a civil war.
They've started.
The rebel cannon have opened fire.
The cannon have opened
from the rebels' centre
and they're over-elevated.
Fire!
Batteries...
from open sights...
at will... fire!
Pull!
Fire!
Fire!
That's the Duke of Cumberland's
cannons.
Cannonades all around me!
I'm going to have to shout
to make myself heard!
The smoke
is beginning to thicken.
It's going to be very difficult
to see what effect our cannon
A cast-iron ball of three pounds'
weight, fired from open sights.
This is roundshot.
This is what it does.
Pull!
Alistair McInnes, age 20.
Right leg severed below knee joint.
Malcolm Angus Chisholm, age 24.
Disembowelled.
Ian MacDonald, age 13. Shot.
1:
12.Dazed, indecisive, Charles
has moved to behind
the right ank of the Jacobite lines
and is now unable to see
what is happening to his army.
Ordered by O'Sullivan
to stand in the ranks six-deep,
the men on the Highland right
make a clear and tight-packed target
for the English gunners.
Pull!
The rebels' artillery
have stopped firing altogether
and, before they did, we counted...
How many?
We counted 15 to 20 shots
fired by our artillery
for every one fired by the rebels.
1:
17.O'Sullivan's administration.
The Prince's artillery, iii-fed
by a sporadic ammunition supply,
ill-served by untrained amateurs,
ceases fire.
Pull!
Have you had orders to attack, sir?
- No, I've had none!
- Well, why not?
If he doesn't give them soon,
he'll lose the entire army!
We're being shelled to pieces!
Pull!
Reload!
Pull!
Reload!
- What's the Prince doing?
- I don't know!
Nobody knows what he's doing!
paralyzed with indecision,
still has given no order,
either to advance or to retreat.
1:
22. Clan Cameron,200 men, shot to pieces.
Clan Stewart,
180 men, shot to pieces.
This is fantastic!
If this keeps up much longer,
our gunners will have
finished the whole affair.
The cannonade... The cannonade
has given our men infinite spirits.
Clan Chisholm casualties,
47 killed or maimed.
This is incredible! Those men have
been standing there for 22 minutes!
They're just lining the ranks!
The rebels are being
literally blown apart!
Why are they standing there?
Why in God's name don't they run?
1:
30. Still no order to advance.Clan army casualties,
700 dead or maimed.
Charles Stuart hopes
that by not advancing
he will tempt the Government army
out of its battle lines to attack him.
1:
32 pm. Cumberland orders a movebut not the one
his cousin is expecting.
I want Wolfe's battalion
to advance inside on the left!
Your Highness!
At 1:
32, Cumberland places a battalionbehind one of the walls
O'Sullivan has refused to pull down,
to fire into the side
of the clan army
when it charges
the Government front.
This is the crossfire
O'Sullivan said would never happen.
Oh, yes, yes... Units of the Argyll...
the Campbell-Argyll militia, yes?
And there are squadrons
of dragoons with them.
Yes, it's obvious that
His Royal Highness has decided
to have units of the Campbell-Argyll
militia and some squadrons of dragoons
to go down behind
the south side of this wall,
out of sight of the enemy,
to take them in the rear
and outflank the rebels.
Thus, also at 1:
32 pm,begins the outanking movement
that O'Sullivan
29 minutes too late,
Charles Stuart orders an advance
along the entire from
of the Jacobite army.
And you make the right side advance!
Bu! The message
fails to reach the right wing.
Casualties, 850.
Have you still had
no orders to attack?
No! I've had no orders!
I had a message from Mr O'Sullivan,
which, as ever,
I failed to comprehend!
- The line's broken up!
- What?
They're charging,
they're coming straight at us!
Sir, the right has broken forward!
The walls will hold them.
- They're going straight!
- Get down behing the wall there!
After 28 minutes of cannonfire!
What sort of men are these?
- Right! Change from ball to grape.
- Change from ball to grape!
A cylindrical canvas bag
eight inches in length,
packed with musketballs
This is grapeshot.
This is what it does.
Pull!
Pull!
It must be the grape! The centre
has collided with the right.
There's great confusion,
bodies flying!
They must be going to receive fire
from our centre battalions!
Charge! Charge!
Fire!
Bastards!
God, they're almost upon us!
They're firing from this side
and from this side.
They're been cut to pieces!
It must be chaos behind those walls!
Chaos!
Barrell's!
Towards this one regiment,
Barrell's Fourth of Foot,
heads the entire right
of the clan army,
800 men in a solid clump,
running with a collision speed
of over 12 miles an hour.
Alternate... firing!
Battalion, take care.
Fall in by rank. Take aim!
Rear rank, present!
Rear rank, fire!
Fire!
Front rank, take aim!
Front rank, fire!
Rear rank, present.
Fire!
Centre rank, present.
Front rank, present.
Remember, Barrell's,
off to the right!
They've broken through Barrell's!
General Huske, advance Bligh's
and Semphill's, support on the left.
Your Highness.
1:
57 and the Duke of Cumberlandsees the men of his second line,
placed there for just such an
emergency, fire with crippling effect
into the Highlanders
who broke through the from line.
1:
57. Charles Stuart,who has made no battle plan at all,
sees, on the right wing, his men run
from this concentrated musketfire
and sees, on his left wing,
the MacDonalds, tired, hungry,
rebellious at not being given their
rightful battle position by O'Sullivan,
hold back from charging
the royal army right.
Instead, they stand and taunt,
trying to tempt the royal army lines
forward in disorder.
Battalion Pulteney's, make ready!
They're stopping to pick up stones!
Shoot!
1:
58. The MacDonalds, dismayed atthe sight of the advancing cavalry,
themselves draw back.
Keppoch, one of their leaders,
runs forward with other clan officers
to encourage them
and is shot through twice
by musketball.
About him, his men tum and run.
Time 1:
59 pm.The rout of the Highland army begins.
Christ, they're running.
They're leaving the field
except for two small units,
the French and the Irish.
Let them through. Stand your ground.
Guard, forward!
Oh, Jesus!
Front rank, present. Fire!
Re-form! Re-form!
Stand and aim! Fire!
Walter Stapleton,
commander, Irish pickets,
cut down with 100 of his men
Where are you going, you?
Charles Stuart
tries to rally his men.
"Pray stand with me, your Prince,"
he cries.
"Pray stand with me but a moment,
otherwise you ruin me,
"your country and yourselves
and God forgive you.".
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