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Battle of Waterloo 

 

I was sure of a victory. I never lost. Losing was an unfamiliar term. Sure I have had setbacks in previous wars, and I have had to retreat, but never have I suffered such great loss when it came to war. I realize now, this battle was lost before it began. I should have known, Britain was the most powerful and constant of my enemies.

 

It began upon my return from Elba. I had no other choice but to return. That rotten king was running my perfect empire into the dirt. When I returned to Paris, I recieved news that Britain, Prussia, Austria, and Russia had renewed their declaration of war on me. They were assembling troops and preparing to surround French borders. I had to move fast.

 

The battle was fought thirteen kilometers from Brussels. Me and 72 000 marched towards this land near Brussels, which is where the 68 000 British men were stationed. Their army consisted of Belgian, Deutch, and German troops, led by the British Duke of Wellington. 

 

During battle, however, I made a critical error. In order to let the ground dry from the storm the previous night, I did not give my men orders to attack until mid-day. I did not take into account the swiftly moving group of 30 000 Prussian men. We put up a strong fight agianst the British, but the arrival of the Prussian troops was too much for my men to handle. We were forced to begin our retreat. We suffered over 30 000 casualties. The amount of both of my enemies troops left dead, injured, or caputred combined were less than 2/3 of our total casualties. 

 

That was it. We had lost. My final loss. I would not be allowed to stay in Paris. I have messed up too many times. My people have lost faith in me. I rode from my final battle in tears. Embarrassed, and humiliated.