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Published by Windrush Press, 1997, softcover, illustrated, index, 156 pages, condition: as new.
The Battle of Waterloo commenced when the first shots were fired on a Sunday morning in June 1815. By the evening, 40,000 men and 10,000 horses lay dead or wounded among the Belgian cornfields and Napoleon had fled. This book provides an account of that day.
is an excellent introduction to the great battle that ended Napoleons dreams forever. I have not read about this battle or much about Napoleon. This book does not burden with extensive history or details of the armies. It tells the stories of men on both sides, from Dawn to Evening on one day, with a short few pages about the aftermath. Liberally sprinkled with maps, sketches, color reproductions of paintings of the men, terrain, key features of the battle.
Waterloo was an extreme case of this strange behavior (transform from normal humans to acting like ferocious animals). The combatants on both sides were ordinary men with ordinary, homely faults and virtues. French and British soldiers admired each other. Yet the battle they fought was not the impersonal, scientific kind of battle that armies fight nowadays. They hacked and slashed at each other with sabres, lances and bayonets, shot each other point-blank with muskets and pistols, and triumphantly mowed each other down with grape-shot from cannon at thirty paces, until one in four of them was lying dead or wounded and the field was encumbered with the heaps of corpses. Why did they do it? Why do men ever do itand women never? Why, on the other hand, did 10,000 men of Wellingtons army run away? And why did the French, who had been attacking all the afternoon, suddenly change in the course of ten minutes from an army to a rabble?
Highly recommended as we approach the 210th anniversary of the battle.