To say that Harpe’s mission to glean the secret papers didn’t go to plan would be an understatement… it was an absolute farce and debacle!
After extensive recceing through his telescope the good Major decided to start the raid from as far away from the villa as he could get while still remaining in Portugal. Predictably, the Riflemen were spotted straight away and a French looter opened fire. The shot immediately alerted a nearby patrol of Dragoons who dismounted and advanced to investigate.
Despite Harpey frantically urging his men to get on they got bogged down in a prolonged firefight and totally lost the plot of why they were there. A second looter hit Harpe in the melon and took him out of the action. The next exchange saw some magnificent long range shooting from the veteran French Dragoons that wounder Sergeant Sharper and downed all the Riflemen.
Though wounded, Sharper scrambled to his feet, and made ready to meet the charging Dragoons. What followed kind of restored a smidgen of the 95th’s reputation. The monstrous volley gun dropped two assailants and Sharper put paid to two more in close combat before falling to a bayonet in the back from a Voltijoor who snuck up on him. The raid to get the information for His Grace the Duke of Wellington had ended it utter ignominy for the British!