THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO JUNE 18, 1815... AND MORE...

GONE...
Viscount Lindesay, Col. Willoughby 1790-1815...?
Oh, Will... Will... Why did you have to die...?
Oh, Will... WILL... My Guillaume...Why...?
Long ago, Guillaume de Sauleabeille, William Willowbee.
Christmas Day 1815, newly born twins taken away...
WILLOUGHBY AND MCGREGOR... BROTHERS...
The most famous Ball before the most famous Battle in history is the Duchess of Richmond's Ball that was held in Brussels on June 16th. 1815, on the evening before the battle of Quatre Bras near Waterloo, which was in the Kingdom of the Netherlands at the time. The British troops were ordered to march at 3 am. and the weather was ghastly, raining cats and dogs... but even so there was dancing and indeed the Waltz... 2 days later in the evening of June 18th. the Battle of Waterloo had ended and about 50 000 men lay dead and several thousand were wounded... on the battlefield... where they lay for days... dying... Jaws were broken as good teeth were taken even from dying soldiers... and later sold in bags to dentists as 'Waterloo Teeth' dentures or rare transplants... became fashionable...
WATERLOO... WAS A SMALL VILLAGE AND MOSTLY FARMLANDS IN THE KINGDOM OF HOLLAND, BUT NOT TOO FAR FROM BRUSSELS. MANY BRITISH OFFICERS AS WELL AS MEN OF THE NOBILITY HAD ARRIVED WITH THEIR WIVES, DAUGHTERS AND EVEN MISTRESSES, BUT IF NOT HAVING FAMILY OR FRIENDS IN BRUSSELS AND WAR PROFITABLE, TO RENT A SIMPLE ROOM SUDDENLY COST A FORTUNE. THERE WAS 'APOCALYPTIC' RAIN AS SOLDIERS WAITING ON THE MUDDY GROUND HAD NO SHELTER... THE FAMOUS BALLROOM WAS JUST A FAIRLY LARGE COACH HOUSE MADE NICE IN A HURRY BY WALL PAPER WITH A TRELLIS DESIGN... NO, THERE WERE NO CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS AS SEEN IN FANCY 'WATERLOO MOVIES.' NO.
Do let me introduce a good friend of Willoughby, Mister Brutus... who insists he is a Great Dane, even though he has never been to Denmark nor understands any Danish at all.
What happened? After losing a son... and a daughter... twins, and more, but able to walk slowly with a cane... Willoughby in March 1816, seeing a little and lost in London... with Mister Brutus. What will Willoughby do now... Surprise us?
A BIT ABOUT THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO
An ancient golden vessel...or goblet men in Power desperately want... with a lid and which can only be opened by force... and destroying it... so without the key, it is still locked. What is inside is believed to be of tremendous and even devastating value... but to be known by only 1 man. What could it be? What is it really... just a vessel.. or something else...? Napoleon Bonaparte stole it from the Vatican's Secret Archives... and he brings it wherever he goes... ( Convinced it was the Holy Grail representing Eternal Life, 124 years later Adolf Hitler wants it... Desperately...)
Missing after the battle has ended in the evening on the 18th.,... Willoughby is finally found over 4 days later... in a shed near Papelotte Farm. Still alive, but in great pain and mortally wounded he is found by best friend Rob and Mister Brutus in a simple shed, clearly put up after the battle. The stench of death in there unbearable, Mister Brutus barks and barks and McGregor sees Willoughby's unmistakable long hair sticking out from under a heap of the toothless dead bodies of a French Lancer, 2 French Curassiers, half a Scot... in kilt... and bits and pieces of a British Foot Soldier... with a missing head and part of a shoulder... Long hair used in mattresses were taken to be sold as well as excellent teeth... Stinking to high heaven of death... and covered by crawling fat, white maggots from the rotting bodies, it's indeed a miracle Willoughby is still alive. Luckily still having his excellent teeth he has however, been robbed of his elegant uniform... except for his completely ruined and bloodied trousers and extra large jack boots... hardly anyone else can wear. Bleeding and going in and out of consciousness,Will is black and blue from the neck down to his knees... as well as cut by swords, stabbed by bayonets and even having broken thighs... arms and ribs... Willoughby is blind and mute too, but still alive... perhaps not for long. Not finding a doctor, Rob cleans him up a bit and puts a shirt and a blanket over his best friend. A surgeon finally arrives and gives Will Laudanum... (Morphine) before 2 Royal Cavaliers and 2 Infantry officers from his old Wildman Rifle regiment carry him carefully out on a door. Willoughby has become a rather secretive Hero who has already sadly... or perhaps conveniantly been reported dead... even in England. Said fallen at Waterloo just like more than 50.000 others. Best friend Robert McGregor however, never gave up and found him insisting even though not blood relations:"My Brother, family and all I've got... If you die on me William Willoughby, I'll kill you, you bloody bastard! Aye!" Carriages were already coming to the battlefield with relativs looking for their loved ones... some were found already rotting in the rain in intermingling clumps of dead British, Prussian and French soldiers, whilst little boys sold teeth, hair, bloodied buttons, swords and more they had taken from the dead or dying... What has happend to Willoughby...? And if he survives even gangrene and more... What then...? And what of the ancient vessel kept in a marble box... he rescued... and Napoleon never saw again...
BATTLE OF WATERLOO SUNDAY JUNE 18, 1815

September 1815, finally back in England again and very brave, but only human, there are days...

 

Loneliness…

Is anyone there?

Is somebody here…?

Or is everyone… elsewhere?

Anew silent thoughts without voice…

Invade the stifling fog…There is no choice.

Soggy again… London is hardly a friend.

Crawling through hell I know so well,

Stretched on a rack, night and day are just black.

All my dreams are dead,

And there is nothing else instead.

Nothing as it used to be...

My Sweet Angel Rosie... Forget about me.

Here forlorn in the dark of night,

Only my will to live still holds me tight,

Floating alone on an island in the sea,

At Waterloo a beautiful vision came to me...

Here unable to move, speak or see…

 

Still alive I refuse to die,

Baroness Wixham, are you asking why?

Rot! Even lying to me…

Insisting: “I love you so!”  What irony!

Where have you gone with my son?

Who wants a cripple for life?

No! No one will ever be my wife!

I know… I know, no longer loving you so…

Like Nelson’s, my corpse would have been handy,

Shipped home… in a barrel of Brandy.

Instead my duty was done and Britain won.

A new day for England has begun.

Lonely …Oh, yes!

But Napoleon is more desolate today,

And all I have to say.

Is anyone there? Go away!

 

W. Willoughby

Bear Note: Unable to write and hardy to speak, I was given permission to write this poem down and sign it with his Grace,  the Duke of Willowbee's name as he wanted it done. Honored to do so,

I humbly am,

Sir Robert Eowan Lochlan McGregor

Duke of Lochlan

 

(Dictated by Sir William, but soon written down, the poem was indeed signed W. Willoughby by highly trusted Sir Robert Eowan Lochlan McGregor who is looking after Will... day and night,  always best friends since both were 7 years old, but gone for a moment for Willoughby's real Father, Sir William Edward, the Earl of Lindesay and more... who looks after both, has sent Rob to eat something. Willoughby's kind Father is bringing candied almond icecream to Will that he fancied. Everyone told Will was dead, but secretly in Mayfair, unable to eat much and loosing weight, even Rob kept feeding Will all sorts of 'delicous goodies.' Oh, yess, they did indeed have icecream with all sorts of even strange flavors in those days, but a luxury, of course.  )

 

Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen

 

 

At 25, Will is indeed mortally wounded during the Battle of Waterloo after being sent to see and received by Napoleon on a matter of great importance... between 2 and 3 in the afternoon... when Napoleon is said to have vanished for about an hour... To this date no one, not a single historian knows where he was. Oh, well... Napoleon Bonaparte did suffer from epilepsy...  Napoleon had entered the Secret Archives  of the Vatican and taken what he wanted. Much of immense value was found in Paris by  mainly the British, and the Prussians, the Russians... of the 7th. Coalition as well... but it was not until 1817... that only some of the priceless treasures and hardly "A good many Secrets" were returned to the Vatican...

Still alive and back in London, but in great pain, Willoughby is blind and unable to move much at all or walk, if ever again. His broken an cut legs were however, not amputated... nor were his lungs perforated by all the broken ribs and he can hear, speak in a hoarse voice and move his right arm and hand. Willoughby is ambidextrous.

Irish Baroness Maureen O'Mulligan who had been his Mistress was 'expecting' and truly wanting a Son, Will had promised to do the 'honorable thing' and marry her. He would keep his promise and even more so discovering the child was an 'inconveniance' Maureen was not looking forward to, even though she was dying to marry Will after the hurtful liaison had ended. The only man ever to have walked out on her...  having had enough of lies, Willoughby had certainly told her...: "Baroness, the two making a signed and sealed agreement...  Unlike you... I have kept my promise and seen to that you are well provided for till the end of your days. Never marrying you, the two of us are now over and done and the truth!"

"Pleasure indeed... but never your Viscountess or Countess... Marriage not included... how very conveniant, Coronel Lindesay! I will never let you go. Sir... Ever, Willoughby!"

"You have no choice, Madam. Enough! When enough is enough ... it is enough. Enough!Farewell, Maureen!Farewell!"

"Fiddlesticks, Darling...! You can bark all you want!"

 

Nonetheless soon hearing very "unexpected news," a new agreement was made. A solicitor saw to that everything was in order and a simple wedding would take place after the Battle of Waterloo, but hearing Willoughby was first missing and after 2 days reported fallen at Waterloo... Ashamed, still unmarried and afraid of what people would say, the Irish Baroness Wixham had dissappered.... Enough.

Rob and several Royal Cavaliers had even gone to Ireland to look for her... Now useless, paralyzed and unable to sire another child... Willoughby wakes up... alone... in pain, mad... sad... lame, unable to move, blind and having no idea if it's day or night...

 

 

 

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JUST A BEAUTIFUL DREAM...
TEARS...
Reverend Birdsong: "Seeing you are going to the Rosegarden... Just a small interruption... if I may..." Willoughby;"You may not. Please make way, Reverend!" The Reverend: "Sir, only making sure you understand, I must repeat what I told the Scottish gentleman... yesterday...I believe if not receiving Christian baptism and nameless… and not in the coffin of their dead mother… still very much alive... remarried and anew a widow... your children... Well... what is left of a very small newly born son and a daughter... cannot be laid to rest here... in hallowed ground, Sir... " Willoughby: "Let me enlighten you a bit, Reverend..." The Reverend interrupts; "Children clearly made during sinful 'criminal conversation'... bastard children and worse… Well, those are the rules, Sir..." Willoughby: "If anyone here is a bloody bastard, Reverend... You, who are a man of the church... do you believe Almighty God created the heavens and this earth, you now stand on... I sit on... unable to get up… well, all what is here... the seas, water, this earth, animals... plants, trees... Us... everything here?" "I do Indeed, Sir! And Praised be the Lord!” Willoughby: “If so, I am certain you must understand... Man... has no business sanctifying anything. God-day! And do pack your bags... in case you think you are needed at Waterloo... where thousands of good men fought for Britain, gave their lives, died and are buried... en masse... in not sanctified farmland… And you... Vicar, I am not a ghost nor the Angel of Death... I am merely the last Viscount of Lindesay... and the father of these small unaccepted children... and both of you can go to hell. " The Reverend: “Hell…! The Duke...Your Grace….! You died… and are buried in the Lindsey Hall… Rosegarden… Ohhhhh…!!! Shakespeare was right, Vicar Grimsby! Hell is empty… All the devils are here!”

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Frederick Jinkins | Reply 03.11.2016 09.02

The story of Waterloo is an amazing account of a enormous battle.

Robert Hayes | Reply 23.09.2015 18.08

The arrangement of the page makes it easy to enjoy reading the clips, of stories and poem. It has a grea feel about the page.

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