I Am The Army – The Incredible Story of William Brydon

There are many great and understated quotes from British history.   “Dr. Livingstone, I presume?” is known around the world.  Which child in the UK at least doesn’t smile at the supposed last words of King George and the famous “Bugger Bognor”.   There is Captain Lawrence Oates with his amazing act of self-sacrifice on the Scott Expedition to Antartica who left his friends in the tent with the “I am going outside and I may be some time”.

There are a wealth of understated military quotes too that I’ve always liked not least the exchange in the midst of battle between Lord Uxbridge “By God Sir, I’ve lost my leg”   and the Duke of Wellington “By God Sir, so you have”.

Few though can quite surpass the incredible understated words uttered by the Assistant Surgeon, William Brydon, during the First Anglo-Afghan War in what turned out to be the greatest British military humiliation of the 19th Century.

It was January 13, 1842, and the 30-year-old Scot was all that remained of the British force that had invaded Afghanistan three years earlier.

The Army of the Indus, comprising 20,000 soldiers and twice that number of camp followers, had set off in the spring of 1839 to fight in the First Afghan War – resulting from growing British unease at the growth of Russian influence in the region.

It was feared that Dost Mohammad Khan, Amir of Afghanistan, might ally himself with the Tsar – so Lord Auckland, the British  Governor-General in Calcutta, decided to replace him with a previous ruler who had been deposed, Shah Shuja.

In fact, unknown to Auckland, relations between Dost Mohammad and  the Russians had already broken down before the invasion began.

But it went ahead and by August the British had occupied Kabul. Shah Shuja was reinstated and Dost Mohammad was sent into exile in India.

But thereafter the British, like everyone who has invaded Afghanistan from Alexander the Great to the US, soon discovered it is easier to take than to hold, and were soon caught  up in what became the British Empire’s greatest military  disaster of the 19th century.

The story of how an entire British Army was slaughtered is told in a new book by Scots writer and historian William Dalrymple, who faced dangers himself when he went to Afghanistan to retrace the route of the retreat.

For two years following the invasion, the British had kept Shah Shuja in power in Kabul – but outside the city there was growing unrest.

In late 1841, it turned into an open revolt led by Akbar Khan, a son of Dost Mohammad.

Meanwhile, the senior British commanders in Kabul had lapsed into a deadly complacency.

Major-General William Elphinstone, a Lowland Scot, had been appointed Commander-in-Chief but he had not seen active  service since Waterloo and was suffering from severe gout.

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Sir Alexander Burnes (top) was cut to pieces by a mob while Dost Mohammad Khan (bottom) ruled Afghanistan and incredibly died of natural causes something unheard of there.

His chief political adviser was Sir William Hay Macnaghten, an Ulster Scot and former judge who had been instrumental in persuading the East India Company to back Shah Shuja.

His deputy, Sir Alexander Burnes of Montrose, a distant relative of the poet Robert Burns, advised backing Dost Mohammad – but had been ignored.

In November 1841, a mob attacked Burnes’s house and, as he attempted to flee, he was cut to pieces. Yet Elphinstone failed to respond decisively to this atrocity and this apparent sign of weakness encouraged a rebellion.

Macnaghten tried to save the situation by negotiating with the rebel Akbar Khan, but at a pre-arranged meeting on December 23, he was seized by Khan who put a pistol in his mouth and shot him dead.

At this, the elderly and ineffective Elphinstone sank into despair and agreed to  surrender Kabul in return for safe passage to Jalalabad for his men.

Akbar Khan seemed to agree and, on the morning of January 6, 1842, the Retreat from Kabul began, with 4,500 British and native troops and 12,000 camp followers setting out for Jalalabad, 90 miles away.

But almost from the start it became clear that Akbar Khan had no intention of keeping his word. By day, as the British trudged through deep snow in sub-zero temperatures, thousands of Afghan tribesmen on the high slopes poured a murderous fire into the retreating army.  By night, an equally terrible enemy attacked the survivors. Most were frostbitten in their sleep, and many never woke up.

By the sixth day of the retreat, there were only a few hundred left as they reached the Jagdalak Pass.

There, on the night of January 12, they found their way barred by a 6ft prickly holly-oak barrier and came under heavy attack.

Of the depleted force that had made it so far, only about 80 men made it over the barrier alive – including Brydon.


Map of the ‘escape’ of the British Army from Military History Monthly

He would recall: ‘The confusion was terrible. I  was pulled off  my horse and knocked down by a blow on the head from an Afghan knife, which must have killed me had I not placed a portion of Blackwood’s Magazine in my forage cap. As it was, a piece of bone was cut from my skull.

‘Seeing a second blow coming, I met it with the edge of my sword and I suppose cut off some of my assailant’s  fingers. He bolted one way and I the other, minus my cap. Those who had been with me, I never saw again. I rejoined our troops and scrambled over the barricade.’

 A dying cavalryman told the badly wounded Brydon to take his pony and he rode off into the darkness alone, looking for other survivors. Most of them were from the 44th Foot – about 20 officers and 45 privates.  By dawn, as they stood on top of the hill at Gandamak, they were surrounded.Massively outnumbered, they made their last stand. One by one, they were slaughtered, barring 15 cavalrymen who managed to reach Fattehabad – where they were ambushed and killed, 15 miles from their destination of Jalalabad, to which they had been promised safe passage.

The Last Stand at Gandamak

Only Brydon made it beyond this point. He wrote: ‘I proceeded alone. Then I saw about 20 men picking up large stones. With difficulty, I put my pony into a gallop and, taking the bridle in my mouth, cut right and left with my sword as I went through them.They could not reach me with their knives and I was only hit by one or two stones. A little further on, I was met by a similar party. One had a gun, which he fired at me and broke my sword, leaving only six inches on the handle.’

Miraculously, Brydon again managed to get clear, only to find ‘the shot had hit the poor pony and he could now hardly carry me.  Then I saw five horsemen in red and, supposing they were some of our irregular cavalry, I made towards them.  But they were Afghans. I tried to get away but my pony could hardly move.

‘One of them came after me and made a cut at me, guarding against which the bit of my sword fell from the hilt.

‘He passed me but turned and rode at me again. This time, just as he was striking, I threw the handle of the sword at his head, in swerving to avoid which he only cut me over the back of the left hand.  Feeling it disabled, I stretched down the right to pick up the  bridle. I suppose he thought it was for a pistol, for he turned and made off as quick as he could.

‘I felt for the pistol in my pocket, but it was gone. I was unarmed and on a poor animal I feared could not carry me to Jalalabad.

‘I became nervous and frightened of shadows. I really think I would have fallen from my saddle but for the peak of it.’

As the British forces retreated and were massacred only Dr William Brydon, illustrated in this picture, survived

The iconic ‘Remnants of an Army’ by Elizabeth ButlerIt was a sharp-eyed young officer on the walls of Jalalabad who saw him first, slowly riding a bedraggled and exhausted pony across the barren plain at the foot of the high mountain passes of Afghanistan.

When a rescue party reached him, they found a shadow of a man, his head sliced open, his tattered uniform heavily bloodstained.

He seemed more dead than alive but, when asked ‘Where is the Army?’, Assistant Surgeon William Brydon managed to reply: ‘I am the Army.’

In time he recovered from his injuries and would recall: ‘On examination, I had a sword wound on my left knee, besides my head and left hand, and a ball had gone through my trousers, grazing the skin.  The poor pony, directly it was put into a  stable, lay down and never rose again.’

Brydon would go on to see service in the Second Anglo-Burmese War of 1852.


Assistant Surgeon William Brydon, the only man of 16,500 to escape from Kabul.   Photo taken in 1864 courtesy of National Army Museum

In 1857, he was a regimental doctor at Lucknow where, along with his wife and children, he survived the famous siege, albeit being badly wounded in the thigh.

The following year, he was appointed a Companion of the Order of the Bath and would live for another 15 years in peacetime, eventually dying at home near Nigg, Ross-shire, in 1873.

Meanwhile, within months of the massacre on the road to Jalalabad, Britain had sent an Army of Retribution into Afghanistan and inflicted a crushing defeat on Akbar Khan.

Shah Shuja was assassinated but the British were determined to teach the Afghans a lesson and in September 1842 retook Kabul and razed the city – before withdrawing to India.

Dost Mohammad, released by the British, returned to Kabul and ruled there until his death in 1863. It was said that he was the first ruler of Afghanistan to die of natural causes in a thousand years.

There were several similarities between the disastrous First Afghan War and the recent 21st century war in Afghanistan.  President Hamid Karzai, another ruler with no real power base outside Kabul, comes from the same tribe as Shah Shuja, while the descendants of the tribesmen who destroyed a British army make up the footsoldiers of the Taliban.

If you’d like to know more about the lead up to these events which are part of what was more broadly labelled The Great Game between Russia and Great Britain then I recommend the reading of Return Of A King by William Dalrymple.

Return of a King: The Battle for Afghanistan, by William Dalrymple, retells the Afghan story and serves as a warning for today's military missions

Whereas for a unique look at the recent war in Afghanistan through the eyes of the men who fought there then check out my book review of Diary Rooms – Being Human On The Front Line In Afghanistan by Derek Eland.

To get an easy insight into something like what Afghanistan was like back at the times of the Retreat From Kabul then the classic movie The Man Who Would Be King is worth a watch.

About Stephen Liddell

I am a writer and traveller with a penchant for history and getting off the beaten track. With several books to my name including several #1 sellers. I also write environmental, travel and history articles for magazines as well as freelance work. I run my private tours company with one tour stated by the leading travel website as being with the #1 authentic London Experience. Recently I've appeared on BBC Radio and Bloomberg TV and am waiting on the filming of a ghost story on British TV. I run my own private UK tours company (Ye Olde England Tours) with small, private and totally customisable guided tours run by myself!
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13 Responses to I Am The Army – The Incredible Story of William Brydon

  1. Boyer Writes says:

    Stephen, such fascinating history. Your fighting men from Britain were courageous. Nothing too much has changed with “keeping promises” in modern day negotiations with those who would kill us off. Thanks for sharing. Always love your history writings. Nancy

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    • Thankyou Nancy. Yes it was a truly momentous event, doubly so that as a surgeon, he presumably wasn’t expecting to endure all of that.

      It was despicable to massacre so many thousands who had already agreed to surrender and I’m sure similar events still happen or would still happen. Look at Ukraine who gave up their nuclear weapons as the west promised to always help them 😦

      I think there is definitely something in the British and relatedly American spirit that has an innate sense of adventure, exploration and bravery.

      I’d never agree on conquering people today but a big bit of me would have liked to be a Victorian era explorer going off to chart the unknown…. I did my best with riding through the Sahara!

      I have a few more of these historical accounts I researched over Christmas so will post them soon. I wonder if it would be popular if I collated 50 or so of them at random and published them as a book in a kind of old fashioned ‘boys adventure’ style book. What do you think?


  2. Thank you for sharing this story of bravery and other bits of history. I always enjoy reading your blog and I save the links to refer back to.

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  3. phenson87 says:

    Thank you for this article, it was a pleasure to read. More people need to know about this aspect of history.


  4. teacherkrt says:

    Thankyou for such an amazing information

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  7. Donald Swanton says:

    For fun reading about this (and other) history, nothing beats Flashman and the rest of the Flashman papers by George MacDonald Frazier.


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