Jørn Lande

The End of the Emperor The morning sky of June 18 let out a warm breeze out on the town of Waterloo, Belgium, but that does not excuse the fact that the ground was all wet and soggy. Last night, we experienced some heavy, very uncomfortable rain, which had led to a sleepless night. As I sit near my tent with my battalion, I see a courier riding up to the command tent where he would find the Duke of Wellington. The message must be urgent, as the courier whizzed past us, his horse nearly trampling