...On 10 August 1792, His Majesty the King and his family are removed (escape is too kind a word) from the Tuileries by the National Guard and brought before the so called "National Assembly". Within minutes of the their departure, attackers, the mob, burst through the gates of the Tuileries and confront the Swiss Guards who are in formation on the grand staircase of the palace arrayed as for battle. Their bright red uniforms and white cross belts immaculate in the sunlight.
Shouts for the surrender arose from the crowd. One traitor who speaks German yells to the Swiss.
"Surrender to the Nation!"…
"We would think ourselves dishonoured! We are Swiss and we surrender only with our lives!" Comes the reply.
The crowd becomes angry and and increasingly violent attempting to pull the soldiers of the stair case with the hooks of halbards. They succeed with five, removing their weapons and butchered them. Then 60 of the Guard form a hollow square and force the mob back down the street. Turning a piece of the National Guards own artillery back on them, they fire and have the attackers running down the street.
The King, secluded in a cramped stenographers box, was told to have the Guard lay down its arms and return to the barracks. The King, who grieves at the thought of his subjects having their blood shed reluctantly agrees and orders the Guard to lay down its arms.
Captain Durler of the Guard refuses to believe this order. It is madness. He asks for it in writing. He has just seen with his own eyes what the mob has done to 5 of his men moments before.
He knows surrender means death. The King gives him the order in writing. Captain Durler orders his men to lay down their arms and return to the barracks. As they withdraw they are attacked, where ever they run, where ever they attempt to hide they are dragged out and murdered. No not murdered, that would be to kind a word for it, for they are hacked to pieces, women and children lustily calling for their death, whistling and cheering at each head piked, each arm severed. The heads of the guards are kicked like balls in the streets of Paris. 900 are killed in this way.
At the end of the day no street in Paris is without it's head on a pike.
THIS is the glory of which The French Republic is so proud. This is the true story of the Godless proto-communists and their anarchical government, begun in fear, savagery and repression, maintained by threats and the guillotine.
Vive le Roi!
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Let them be remembered. "HELVETIORUM FIDEI AC VIRTUTI" – "To the Loyalty and Courage of the Swiss".A of the hero of the Vendee' is a witness to the atrocity of 10 August 1792.
Henri de la Rochejaquelein is at the Tuileries to offer his services to the royal family. He arrives just as the mob begins the massacre and escapes only by exchanging his coat with that of a republican. The short coat and tricolour cockade probably don't fool as many people as the leg of a Swiss he carries over his shoulder.