This is the blanket used on 17 June 1815, the night before the Battle of Waterloo by a British officer, Major Tyrwhitt Drake, to shield himself from the appalling weather. Despite the fact that the battle was fought in the middle of June, it rained torrentially throughout the night, and almost every soldier who fought at Waterloo was wet, cold, and sleep-deprived.
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As we endure the torrent of books of varying quality recalling the events in Europe of a century ago, we are blessed with others of exceptional quality that examine the peril that Britain was in two centuries ago. This year may be about the memories of Sarajevo in 1914 and the cataclysm that followed, but in 1814 Europe was already wearied by war, its dynamics were changing and a century of relative calm in Britain was about to be ushered in by the British triumph at Waterloo in June 1815 and the final defeat of Napoleon.
The respective lines of pickets and vedettes had scarcely been taken up along the low ground that skirted the front of the Anglo-allied position, and the last gun had just boomed from the heights, when loud thunder accompanied by vivid flashes of lightning, i^in peeled forth in solemn and awful grandeur; while the rain, pouring down in torrents, imparted the utmost gloom and discomfort to the bivouacs, which the opposing armies had established for the night, upon the ground destined to become the famous battle field of Waterloo.[59]
When on a visit to Waterloo in 1852, Hugo spoke with Solon Gilia, a caulker from Antwerp whose father had fought in the battle of 1815. Gilia related to Hugo incidents his father had spoken of, such as the Emperor visiting the troops on the eve of the battle and sampling the potatoes.
I have come across the same story only once before, in a letter written July 16th, 1815 by a German officer. He toured the devastated countryside of the battlefield and met an intelligent farmer at Plancenoit village:
This artwork on display on the first floor of the Museum is by James De Vine Aylward and was painted in 1917. It is a small oil painting on board measuring 18.5 cm by 28cm and depicts the Duke of Wellington on the morning of the battle of Waterloo, 18th June 1815.
Lt. Col. Richard Sharpe is to have his last fight against the French in June of 1815 - Waterloo. Sharpe rejoins his old friend and partner Sgt. Harper both who are assigned to Prince of Orange's staff for this final battle.This is not historically accurate - it is a work of historical fiction meaning that it's a fictional story taking place in a historical event with some people from history.7/10.
1.45. Mon Dieu! I'm blind! My HQ is disorganized, possibly as a result of getting caught up in the torrent of troops streaming southward from the failed LHS assault. Until my staff can extricate itself from the rout and re-establish a functioning command centre, the French battle orchestra plays without a conductor.
The Prussians first appeared, we are told, around 13.00. Indeed, Napoléon, in an order to Marshal Davout dated 18 June 1815 at 14.30, is clear that he needed more troops and more ammunition if the war was to continue, and that, vitally, the Prussians had joined the left of the Allied army and had started to impact against the French right. It was then horribly clear to Napoléon that he faced a battle on two fronts. He was then certain that one, if not two, Prussian columns were marching to Waterloo. He also knew that Grouchy could not move to Waterloo.
I also need to make it clear that the narrative of events of the Battle of Waterloo, and others of the 1815 campaign, can only be based on remembrances of participants. We have no hard empirical fact for what actually occurred and when. The casualty data does not say when men were killed or wounded, merely on 18 June 1815. The hard data has to be contextualised by the field of battle, i.e. physical evidence (how did the landscape affect the battle? How did buildings affect the battle?) and also written testimonies from participants, many of who wrote down their own narration of events many decades later. The resulting narrative is a compromise, a best fit of all the evidence to try and create a coherent and logical narration of that day over 200 years ago.
The camp was much worse this night than the last, the rain having changed the earth into mud which was already soft. The rain also made the cold excessive, and we were not able to make many fires because the rain fell in torrents. It was not until dawn, the 18th, as time went on it became more serene and we could start maintaining fires. On all sides the musketry was soon to be heard by confused and irregular discharges, each preparing his weapons and awaiting the next battle.
At the time of the 5.00 order being written, there was no prospect of any improvement in the weather. The French and Allies had no idea when the rain would stop, we only know it did with hindsight. At the moment that the weather actually did improve, ironically about 9.00, there was no prospect for the fields to dry up to such an extent that troops could be moved with relative ease a few hours later. Napoléon made plans accordingly to attack, regardless of weather. The rain the previous day had not stopped operations at Genappe or Waterloo. As far as either army commander could tell, 18 June may have been one of continual rain based on the evidence they had to hand. Battles had been fought in torrential rain and deep snow, so rain would not have meant the battle would not have taken place. Even if it had not rained on the night of 17 June, the ground would still have
Let us turn back,--that is one of the story-teller's rights,-- and put ourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier than the epoch when the action narrated in the first part of this book took place.If it had not rained in the night between the 17th and the 18th of June, 1815, the fate of Europe would have been different. A few drops of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz was a little more rain, and a cloud traversing the sky out of season sufficed to make a world crumble.The battle of Waterloo could not be begun until half-past eleven o'clock, and that gave Blucher time to come up. Why? Because the ground was wet. The artillery had to wait until it became a little firmer before they could manoeuvre.Napoleon was an artillery officer, and felt the effects of this. The foundation of this wonderful captain was the man who, in the report to the Directory on Aboukir, said: Such a one of our balls killed six men. All his plans of battle were arranged for projectiles. The key to his victory was to make the artillery converge on one point. He treated the strategy of the hostile general like a citadel, and made a breach in it. He overwhelmed the weak point with grape-shot; he joined and dissolved battles with cannon. There was something of the sharpshooter in his genius. To beat in squares, to pulverize regiments, to break lines, to crush and disperse masses,--for him everything lay in this, to strike, strike, strike incessantly,-- and he intrusted this task to the cannon-ball. A redoubtable method, and one which, united with genius, rendered this gloomy athlete of the pugilism of war invincible for the space of fifteen years.On the 18th of June, 1815, he relied all the more on his artillery, because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and fifty-nine mouths of fire; Napoleon had two hundred and forty.Suppose the soil dry, and the artillery capable of moving, the action would have begun at six o'clock in the morning. The battle would have been won and ended at two o'clock, three hours before the change of fortune in favor of the Prussians. What amount of blame attaches to Napoleon for the loss of this battle? Is the shipwreck due to the pilot?Was it the evident physical decline of Napoleon that complicated this epoch by an inward diminution of force? Had the twenty years of war worn out the blade as it had worn the scabbard, the soul as well as the body? Did the veteran make himself disastrously felt in the leader? In a word, was this genius, as many historians of note have thought, suffering from an eclipse? Did he go into a frenzy in order to disguise his weakened powers from himself? Did he begin to waver under the delusion of a breath of adventure? Had he become--a grave matter in a general--unconscious of peril? Is there an age, in this class of material great men, who may be called the giants of action, when genius grows short-sighted? Old age has no hold on the geniuses of the ideal; for the Dantes and Michael Angelos to grow old is to grow in greatness; is it to grow less for the Hannibals and the Bonapartes? Had Napoleon lost the direct sense of victory? Had he reached the point where he could no longer recognize the reef, could no longer divine the snare, no longer discern the crumbling brink of abysses? Had he lost his power of scenting out catastrophes? He who had in former days known all the roads to triumph, and who, from the summit of his chariot of lightning, pointed them out with a sovereign finger, had he now reached that state of sinister amazement when he could lead his tumultuous legions harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six with a supreme madness? Was that titanic charioteer of destiny no longer anything more than an immense dare-devil?We do not think so.His plan of battle was, by the confession of all, a masterpiece. To go straight to the centre of the Allies' line, to make a breach in the enemy, to cut them in two, to drive the British half back on Hal, and the Prussian half on Tongres, to make two shattered fragments of Wellington and Blucher, to carry Mont-Saint-Jean, to seize Brussels, to hurl the German into the Rhine, and the Englishman into the sea. All this was contained in that battle, according to Napoleon. Afterwards people would see.Of course, we do not here pretend to furnish a history of the battle of Waterloo; one of the scenes of the foundation of the story which we are relating is connected with this battle, but this history is not our subject; this history, moreover, has been finished, and finished in a masterly manner, from one point of view by Napoleon, and from another point of view by a whole pleiad of historians.[7][7] Walter Scott, Lamartine, Vaulabelle, Charras, Quinet, Thiers.As for us, we leave the historians at loggerheads; we are but a distant witness, a passer-by on the plain, a seeker bending over that soil all made of human flesh, taking appearances for realities, perchance; we have no right to oppose, in the name of science, a collection of facts which contain illusions, no doubt; we possess neither military practice nor strategic ability which authorize a system; in our opinion, a chain of accidents dominated the two leaders at Waterloo; and when it becomes a question of destiny, that mysterious culprit, we judge like that ingenious judge, the populace. 2ff7e9595c
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