A couple of things - firstly, a shooting pal of mine is a member of a British Victorian Army re-enactment group. A few years back they went to RSA to carry out a well-publicised 're-run' of the Battle of Rorke's Drift which necessarily insluded many of the actual descendants of the opposition. I'll try and find the article for you - it was featured on TV here in UK and back in the RSA.
Secondly, we have little tradition in our family concerning drummer boys, and although you might laff, it's something we take quite seriously. My maternal grandma was born in 1890 and lived in the East End of London. During Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee in 1897, there were massive street celebrations everywhere, including my grandma's street. During a parade, an old man - a neighour from across the street, came up to her, and with the permission of her dad, gave her a whopping great hug, and laughingly told her that it was a 'hug from Waterloo'. My great-grandfather asked which Waterloo he meant, since there was a very large train station over the river by that name, and, of course, the famous battle back in 1815. The old man then explained.
It seems that he had been a 12-year-old drummer boy in an infantry regiment at the battle, and had been told by his sergeant that if he survived the day, that he should carry something of it with him forever, to pass on to somebody else as a memory of the great victory, IF victory there was. During the appalling meleé he was injured and lost consciousness. When he woke up, it was dark and the battle was over and he was in the arms of his sergeant, who had searched the battlefield until he found him, injured, near a wagon. The sergeant had kept him warm and saved him from dying long enough for him to get some kind of basic medical treatment for his many injuries - he had a couple of sabre cuts, one of which had taken his eye, lost three fingers and had a number of metal fragments in his legs, but he survived.
The caring sergeant was his father.
He promised that he would pass on the Waterloo hug to a deserving child, and did so, to my grandma, with the words - 'This hug has come all the way down the years from the battle of Waterloo, and you must pass it on to YOUR children at the right time. You'll know when that must be.'
Seems he died a few weeks later, but his legacy lived on with my grandma, who passed it on to me when I was seven years old, the same as she was when she got it.
Next month, I'll be doing the same thing to my grand-daughter, on her seventh birthday, and hopefully, one day, she will pass it on to her children.
So right now, I have, deep inside me, a hug that was given in love, hope and caring on a terrible day in May 1815, to pass on again.
Mawkish, I agree, and I apologise for the thread drift.
tac