Charles Minart was born in Bergues, 19th September 1824 and entered the Ecole Militaire on 10th November 1841; promoted Sous-Lieutenant in the 27e Ligne 1st October 1843; Lieutenant in 27e 3rd May 1848; Captain 13th August 1852; Capitain-Adjutant-Major in the 27e 23rd September 1855; Chef de Bataillon 2e Regiment Tirailleurs Algerien 27th December 1861; Lieutenant Colonel 72e Ligne 1869. He commanded the 72e at Sedan (1st September 1870) and retired in 1871. He died in 1902.
Alfred Minart was born in Bergues 21st December 1828; engaged as a volunteer in the 26e Ligne 16th June 1848; passed into the 27e Ligne as corporal 18 September 1849; promoted to sergeant major 7th June 1852; Sous-Lieutenant and Porte-Drapeau 20th December 1855; Lieutenant 25th November 1857; Captain 20th June 1866. He was killed at the Battle of Sedan, 1st September 1870.
Edouard Minart was born in Bergues 19th November 1833 and engaged as a volunteer in the
64e Ligne 27th December 1850; promoted to corporal 11th September 1851; transferred to the 1e Regiment Zouaves 1st March 1852; promoted to sergeant 26th March 1855; Sous-Lieutenant in 1e Zouaves 20th June 1859. He was killed at Solferino four days later.
Letter from Captain Charles Minart, 27e Infanterie de Ligne, to his mother.
The Camp of Balaklava, one league from Sebastopol, 29 September 1854.
My dear mother,
…The 20th the entire army marched to stain the gravel of the heights of the Alma. The Russian Army, a force of 42,000 men, is on the summit of the heights under the General Menchikoff, and he flattered himself that he could hold us for fifteen days before his position. At two o'clock we were on the banks of Alma. I assure you that at first the position was very formidable.
Here is a small description of the terrain. The Alma is a small river very hemmed in, steep banks, its width is about three to four meters, its depth of one meter. On the right bank where we were, there were vineyards and orchards, fences and dry stone walls; beyond, it was the plain. The left bank is formed of very steep hills and ridges. They were all filled artillery of Russian troops. The position was very well chosen, well defended and by other troops, it would have taken longer to capture.
The Marshal with his army, in trying to take this position, developed the following plan: The English were to effect a turning movement on the Russian right. The 2nd French Division with the Turks must proceed along the sea and fall on the Russian left, while the rest of the army was to attack Russians in the front.
At two o'clock the action began with the tirailleurs fighting in the vineyards at the foot of Alma. When we heard the cannon of the English and the 2nd Division, we dropped out knapsacks and we went running up to the river. There, we each crossed the river: we climb the slope and we found oursevles on the plateau, in the beard of the Russians.
When all the troops were reformed, we pushed the Russians over. The English gave them a terrible beating. The retreat of the enemy was in great disorder. What a pity we did not have cavalry! The English captured two cannons and two flags. Battle of the Alma is really a lucky shot, nothing can resist an army like ours. The English are good troops, with allies like these, nothing is impossible. The fleet was powerless, they enjoyed looking on, it seems that it was magical.
While the battle lasted two hours, it gives us an immense moral and material advantage; the Russian army is demoralized and yet half of the army no longer takes a shot. The battlefield is covered with the dead of the wounded, this is a painful spectacle, but one had to close the heart and go forward. Our battalion was our all time behind or near a battery, so he received bullets and shells a-plenty. All these shots don’t make much of an effect, we salute them despite ourselves. Finally, all three of us are healthy. Edward has had his baggy pants torn by a shell-splinter but without any harm to him, and a ball grazed the thigh, but without harm.
The Russian army is has lost 5,000 or 7,000 men killed or wounded. The English 2,000 to 2,500; the French 1,500 to 1,800… General Canrobert was very lightly wounded by a shell-splinter but he is good.
I have had a beautiful anniversary of my birth, because you do not doubt, dear mother, putting myself in the world, thirty years ago, that for the thirtieth anniversary of my birth, I would be in the middle of the scrap. Later, of course, we take to bury the woundedon the battlefield and to aide to the wounded men. I saw many wounded Russians, almost all of whom were wounded in the head. In the beginning, when we wanted the help them, they thought we were going to finish them.
Letter from Sergeant-Major Alfred Minart 27e Infanterie de Ligne, to his mother.
At the camp of Balaklava, 24 September 1854,
My dearest Mother,
I had written you a long letter of five pages, and awaited the courier; at the moment when I had finished it, a drunk Chasseur d’Afrique lays down at the door of my tent, I put the nose out to see what is happening, at the same time, the wind blows my letter that falls dan the fue. I well-cursed this cavalryman!.
Charles is constantly on the division for council of war which he is secretary so I do not see him. Edward is ten minutes from here. I do not see him often because he is so high perched...
We had a terrible storm the night before last, the wind begins to batter the three tents of Colonel. He crieslike hell for someone to come to his assistance, but no one could go outside without the risk of being blown away by the storm. Luckly, the sappers had pity on him and gave him a small tent where he could spend the day. The tents of other officers had the same fate and were blown away. Only that of Charles survived, and was quickly invaded by other officers who came to seek asylum. Other refugees went to Balaklava, hoping that myladies would let themselves be seduced by the piteous of our officers: but the ladies do not have the heart as sensitive as ours, and the conquerors returned crestfallen. I laughed comic scenes caused by the hurricane. Thecantinieres who had taken refuge in their wagons, they took the position without horses and descended into the ravines.
On the morrow, the wind ceased and they could rebuild their homes. We are making barriers to stop the wind, and making underground houses. The government has just sent us the sheepskin overcoats, we look like vertiable Eskimos. I have a victim of a big deception, I was proposed for promotion to second lieutenant with the number 2, because we had three vacancies, most of the rewards of Alma just arrived. I well hoped be named a place in the depot in France. But the man proposed: indeed, if Colonel favours him, he will go far with a commission, he did appoint, but from two noncommissioned officers of the Zouaves, Division of Prince Napoleon. One of the newly promoted arrived a few days ago, they made him welcome, but he disappeared. The next day we learned that he was found dead, from a gunshot to the heart. We do not know the motives of his act of despaire.
Letter from Corporal Edouard Minart, 1e Regiment des Zouaves, to his mother
Before the walls of Sebastopol 10th October 1854
My dearest and best mother,
…On the 19th, after a long and very fatiguing march in grass and scrub that was waist-high, we saw Russian sharpshooters. Immediately we have put ashore bag and Nouse are in scope to cover before the main guard was going to install. In the evening, the enemy Cavalry wanted to spend, but the cannon began to shoot and it was dspersee. Le Marechal Saint-Arnaud came to see the artillery, then my battalion that supported. We started to shout "Vive le Maréchal" but the brave men told us: "Go and rest, my children, because tomorrow we will have to play a good battle, and shout “Long live the Zouaves, instead of "Vive le Maréchal! "
Indeed, the next day, after two hours of walking, we were greeted by bullets: our sharpshooters have declined by advancing Russians. in this case, a wretch who was next to me was shot in the mouth, which broke his jaw. Another was struck in the chest and died.
We dropped out knapsacks and we were told to lie down on our bellies behind a low rise. Bullets whistled above our heads, but I stooped not, something told me that I would not be reached. Finally, after fifteen or twenty minutes, we stood up and we were given orders to clear the enemy position. It was great struggle, and well defended with 10,000 Frenchmanagainst100,000 Russians. Finally forty-eight minutes after we reached the heights, the Russians retreated before our bayonets, and we planted the flag of the regiment on a ruined tower which dominated heights. The Marshal came to us and said "My children, we never saw anthing like it, taking sucha position in forty-eight minutes" We drew up the tents and we have two days rest. I forgot to tell you that on reaching the top, a shell splinter ripped my pants and brushed my left thigh but did not split the skin.
Since that day, we approached Sebastopol, marching with precuation, a small journey in the bush. We have been twenty-seven hours without eating or drinking. Food is scarce, it is hoped that it will get better in two o three days, when we take Sebastopol.