Sunday 18 December 2016

Festive Newsletter 2016!

                                                           

                                                              JOYEUX NOEL!




Welcome to the festive newsletter!  It is now less than a month to the AGM at the Chequers hotel in Newbury. 14 January, meeting starts at 14.15. Dinner at 18.15. Let Duncan know if you have anything you want brought up or you have any ideas to add to the evening's entertainment. Also you need to get your food choices in by the end of this month.

A training event is proposed for the weekend of 25-26 February in Worcester and Brian Bullock would like to know numbers and if anyone requires crash space at his or Mike Bentley's place. Get in touch if you know you are attending.

That is about all the news!  being the off-season, but there is plenty of mentions of snow and ice and booze and cakes to mark the time of year...


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                                          Napoleonic Christmas.

 Christmas was certainly not such a big event in the Napoleonic period as it is today, the English and Germans had a special Church service and some degree of merry making but celebration was very much about the season instead of being centred on just one day.
As I'm sure you are aware most modern Christmas customs were imported from Germany in Victorian times, as Prince Albert led the way and made them popular. The French put a lot more effort into celebrating new year than they did Christmas. In regency times evergreen leaves or wreaths were brought in and this would eventually lead to whole Christmas trees.

Christmas certainly went underground during the years of the revolution when the Church and religious rites were all but done away with. A festival in November 1793 celebrated thus and churches were renamed Temples of reason or put to other state use;

“The first festival of reason, which took place in Notre Dame, featured a fabricated mountain, with a temple of philosophy at its summit and a script borrowed from an opera libretto. At the sound of Hymne à la Liberté, two rows of young women, dressed in white, descended the mountain, crossing each other before the ‘altar of reason’ before ascending once more to greet the goddess of Liberty.

One festive cake was la Galette des Rois 'The kings cake' often eaten on the sixth of January, during the revolution this was re-named 'Equality cake' so it is quite possible a lot of other traditions carried on under an acceptably egalitarian and secular guise.



25th December of course had ceased to exist under the revolutionary calender which was not abandoned until Napoleon re-instated the traditional calender and allowed for a return of religious expression. 

An officer of the 43rd in the Peninsular left this scene in his memoirs;

"Just before dark whilst passing a Corporal's piquet an officer and myself stood for a few minutes, to contemplate a poor woman, who had brought her little pudding and her child from distant quarters, to partake of (Christmas) with her husband, by the side of a small fire kindled under a tree.'

For the soldier in the field it would have been observed as a religious festival and celebrated with whatever could be scrounged together, or maybe with some hoarded food and drink being broken out, music and songs would, as ever, have played a key role as the main entertainment.


 In 1813, John Copper of the Royal Welsh fusiliers was in the Peninsular and recorded:
Here for the first time in the Peninsula we kept Christmas.  Every man contributed some money, meat or wine.  A sheep or two were bought and killed.  Pies and puddings were baked, etc.   Plates, knives and forks, were not plentiful, yet we managed to diminish the stock of eatables in quick time.  For desert we had plenty of apples; and for a finish, two or three bandsmen played merry tunes, while many warmed their toes by dancing jigs and reels.




Christmas for soldiers at home was a lot more comfortable, as it was for this militiaman doing 'home service' in 1793.

I would not have imagined it would have been much different for the French. British army accounts mention Christmas trees being put up by their German comrades and a member of the Kings German legion in Spain is reported to have decorated a lemon tree with lights and oranges. We can imagine the French must have experienced similar as their German comrades in the numerous confederation of the Rhine regiments would have done the same.


This illustration shows a Norwegian soldier taking part in a ski jumping competition, I would like to imagine it was combined with mid-air marksmanship but probably not.

 A tradition from Scotland and Wales often observed at the time was that of 'First foot', the first person through the door on new years day was meant to be a sign of the year to come.. if a respectable, well dressed, dark haired man called round bearing gifts which might include salt or coal.. it suggested a great year ahead.. but a hard up fair haired woman was a bit of a disappointment. I don't know if you could just tell people to come back later until Mr Darcy turns up with some truffles.
In Serbia and Georgia a very similar tradition held but was observed on Christmas day instead of New year's, in America this got a bit confused as migrants from different countries held to one date or the other. British officer's in Canada during the war of 1812 were often invited to local houses on Christmas morning as such a distinguished guest was obviously a great portent.


                              The Christmas party had gone too far for Privat Himmelburg.

As mentioned the Germans were already quite big on Christmas, in Bavaria there are four dates called 'Tapping nights' where folk dress up in folkloresque and demonic costumes, being an ancient festival similar to those that have spawned Trick or treating in our own age. Folk on these nights dress in furs and carved wooden masks and go about town to scare anyone they can find.
Sometimes the leader is called Krampuss who traditionally had to frighten children into being good, sometimes dragging them out of the house to be dumped in a snow drift. Krampuss can often be seen these days as one of Santa's helpers.
Goose was the most traditional Christmas dinner in the German states, often with red cabbage and potato dumplings. Mulled wine, Gluhwein,  is often thought to have come from Germany although it can be found across Europe.


Nativity scenes are very popular and traditional feature of Christmas in France and given the common skills of whittling and carving amongst soldiers I would imagine most garrisons would have a nativity scene put together by the men. Given some of the remarkable wood and bone carving that came out of prisoner of war camps I think some sets would be quite impressive.



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                                                         Christmas battles?

Traditionally the winter had been the off season for warfare as many officers would rather have been at home in bed than out in a cold field at midwinter, Napoleonic principles had shaken that up somewhat but still it was difficult to wage war even for a genious like Le Tondu as roads were often muddy quagmires, there was less food to requisition, men had more to carry and miserable with or without tents (which were a lot of baggage) cold weather and poor conditions were bad for morale as well as bad for health and accounts of being on the march in winter often mention unfortunate souls who perished in the night.

The second siege of Zaragoza went on from 20th December to the 20th of February, 1809, and we can imagine the besieging troops in their frosty earth works and the bells of the city ringing out but as far as I can find no battles were fought on Christmas day in the Napoleonic period.
'Boxing day' however sees the battle of Geisberg between the French and Austrians in 1793 then in 1806 we have actions at Pultusk and Golymin on the same day, both inconclusive battles with the Russians at the opening of what would go on to become the terrible Eylau campaign.
British General Paget fought the French in the Peninsular in 1808 at Sahugun and Benevente on the 21st and 29th respectively and the American ship Constitution gave the British a drubbing at sea on the 29th of December in the war of 1812.

On the 24th December 1800 there was the plot of the Machine infernale, or plot of the rue Saint Nicaise, where unfestive Royalists and catholics tried to blow Napoleon up. Napoleon was apparently having a nap in the carriage and had a bad dream about the Austrians beating him in battle, the carriage driver was also apparently drunk... both recovered their senses when a wagon packed with explosives went up in flames, killing some bystanders but leaving Napoleon unscathed, and he continued on to the theatre where he received a round of applause.

So generally it was peace on earth. Sort of.

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           General Eble and the crossing of the Berezina.

Towards the end of November, 1812, the remnants of the Grande armee found itself converging on the banks of the river Berezina and being homed in on, like a wounded animal by hunters, from several directions by the Russians armies.
The freezing conditions had actually thawed somewhat but this itself was the worse that could have happened because the solid ice had become thin or non existent so that only a bridge could save the army, and no such bridge existed.


Enter General Jean-Baptiste Eble, a long serving artillery officer, turned briefly minister of war for Westphalia, then a seige expert in the Peninsula before joining the army in Russia in charge of the Pontooniers, who were part of the artillery organisation.
Eble's first contribution to saving the army was ignoring Napoleon orders. He had been told to abandon his equipment on the road and destroy some portable forges, these were relatively new inventions that Napoleon did not want to fall into Russian hands. They would be instrumental in building the bridges.
Three bridges were planned but proved impractical so it was limitted to two, one for infantry and one for carts and guns.
Many of Eble's men were Dutch as were the closest infantry defending the bridge, and he was joined by engineers from Chasseloup-Laubat's command, although without equipment there was work for all.

Bravery has many forms, it is one thing to march into battle amid shot and shell and take part in the lottery of life and death but for the men who had to stand up to their shoulders in the near freezing water and build the bridges from the bottom up it was often just a matter of time.


That was not the end of the work as the often improvised nature of the bridges and volume of traffic saw them occasionally break down and require repairs.

A battle was taking place in the dawn between the outnumbering Russians and Marshal Victor's corp which was largely composed of German troops who fought on as a rearguard to protect those attempting to cross.
The dwindling 'French' were overlapped and Russian artillery began firing on the bridges. Many stragglers had collapsed on the east bank to await the morning but suddenly a panic enveloped the desperate crowds and tragic scenes were enacted as thousands made to cross at once with many falling into the river and perishing. To make things worse part of the artillery bridge collapsed and those behind kept pushing those ahead so that they fell into the river.
The surgeon Larrey left an account of how he had crossed back over the bridge to the east side just as the Russian attack started and was barred from crossing back, he thought he was going to die and was being pushed closer to the water when he was recognised and a shout went up. Such was the armies esteem for Larrey that he was hoisted up onto the shoulders of the crowd and passed over their heads from one person to the next all the way over to the Western side.


Thousands had escaped over the bridges, though still far from home the river was the last physical barrier between the remnants of the army and friendly soil and psychologically this must have been a boost amidst so much despair. General Eble survived the retreat as far as Konigsberg but his health was broken by the ordeal and he died there on 30 December.

An aid-de-camp to Marshal Oudinot, Le Tellier, left the following description of the work of Eble and his men.

"'When the foundations of that historic bridge, the sole hope of safety offered us, had to be laid in at the Berezina, at the voice of their chief those men of duty and resolution marched silently into the water, never interrupting their work save to turn aside the huge pieces of ice which threatened to cut them in half like a sword. They drove in the piles, the ground work of the construction, and went on striking their blows until the moment when they felt death seize them. Not one came out alive, but others stepped in to complete the work - the work of a day that should leave an immortal memory."

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                                                CHRISTMAS QUIZ!

1) Who did Napoleon describe as 'The only man in Prussia'?
2) The saying 'A big mortar has a short range' was applied to which Marshal?
3) Who were a French soldiers 'Big brothers'?
4) What were 'Le mie de pain' ? (Breadcrumbs)
5) What are you doing if you are 'Grinding peppercorns'?
6) Who did Napoleon liken Murat to when he appeared in one of his latest uniforms?
7) Who told a young (later General) Blucher to 'Go to the devil!'
8) Which action has been described as 'The Polish charge of the light brigade' ?
9) Eble built the bridges at the Berezina to save the army, what nationality were most of his men?
10) What were general Montbrun's last words when hit by shell fire at Borodino?
11) If you saw 'Austrian' troops in blue trousers where would they most likely be from?
12) Which battle in 1812 did the Italian division fight largely unaided?
13) What does the verb 'Raguser' signify in French?
14) How many times was Marshal Oudinot wounded during service?
15) According to Lasalle what age should any good Hussar be dead by?
16) on what noble creature did Napoleon cross the Alps?
17) The 'Onion song' was (probably) composed following an incident before what battle?
18) In winter where did Napoleon keep his armies?

Answers at the end.  Reward yourself with a brandy if you got over half as a couple are a bit obscure.


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                                                             Westphalia!

I bet Jerome had a bloody good Christmas in Westphalia, surrounded by wine and German beer, cakes and roast geese and mulled wine, and glittery decorations and presents and elfen maidens... actually that was Jerome, 'Konig Lustig', the merry monarch, pretty much all year round.

Westphalia was the model state for the confederation of the Rhine, to the north-west of what we know as Germany, existing from 1807 to 1813, the traditional term Westphalia covered a region only slightly overlapping that which the newly created state covered but Napoleon liked it as an expression. Meritocracy was encouraged, there was no corporal punishment, pay was good, everyone was equal under the law, there was freedom of religion and freedom of politics (as long as it was 'I love France'), pensions and hospitals and art and culture.
Westphalia was the first German state to ever have a parliament, and there would not be another until Frankfurt in 1848.

So why did it go wrong? the army of the state has never been thought up to much yet it was based on the French model and conditions were good for soldiers relative to most continental armies.

Firstly it was young and had no traditions, no esprit d'corps, no battle honours and people did not really think of themselves as Westphalians but rather as Hessians or Hanoverians or whatever territory they came from, the army was also a dumping ground for any German speaking recruits who didn't otherwise have a regiment to be put into.
Also two of the territories, Hanover and Braunschweig (Brunswick in English) had people actively fighting against France in Spain in the Kings German legion and Black Brunswickers, the Duke having fought his way to the sea and escaped to Spain with a regiment of men. All of this does not make for good motivation. Some also felt there was too much 'French', organisation was French, the court spoke French, proclamations were printed in French and German, the disliked force of Gendames were all French and had a bad reputation.


Meritocracy was a double edged sword, it would be fair to say the Westphalian army had opportunities for all, a trooper with initiative and competence could be promoted into the officer corp but also anyone turning up and claiming command experience might be given a commision as well. No time to check references now, here have a captaincy. Existing officers were also promoted beyond their experience level. Some of Jerome's old mates from his navy days (not having much to do) turned up and were given good army jobs.

Then there was Jerome himself. King Jerome, Napoleon's youngest brother. He was quite ernest and seemed enthusiastic to better the lot of his new people, at least at first, but it all seemed a bit of a chore. He was also a spend thrift known for excesses, elaborate all night parties and feasts were thrown on the slightest whim and he was keen on fancy troops for his guard. Napoleon complained much of his curassiers, the most expensive troops to raise, and that he should have stuck to chasseurs and lancers, but no, he ended up with two regiments of them. The state was regularly bankrupt and Napoleon refused to bale him out.


                                                              'Extravagant, moi?'

In Spain Westphalians had a reputation for desertion, some becoming bandits or joining guerillas or making it to British lines and being recruited into the KGL or Brunswick troops. By 1812 they were better trained but never described as more than average, a whole corp marching into Russia (although Jerome quit and went home) under command of Junot, who himself was not considered a good leader, patchy at most, so perhaps some of the blame may fall on his shoulders for their mediocre performance. Sadly few returned.

Jerome refused to abandon his kingdom in 1813 and stayed with his troops, unfortunately he was much outnumbered and had to await French reinforcements and Kassel was captured by the Russians, however three days later Jerome recaptured the city. It was not to last though and he returned to France.

Had the Napoleonic dream lasted a few more years and Westphalia got a share of the glory and spoils and time to gain an identity maybe it could have flourished into the state it was meant to be but sadly it was a flash in the pan that remains a historical curiosity.


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The following I found and borrowed from an American historical site that claims the original was in an English newspaper around Christmas 1814.

A French Pie

Take a St. Helena Cock past crowing, Bonypart and all, smoke him and baste him; season him with Savory, and a few Malta pickles; of French plums (say Orleans) take as many as you can lay hands on; take from the Chamber of Pears (or Peers) about a dozen that are not sound, hang them up in the open air for a short time, then take them down and cut them in pieces; add a little sour Rhenish wine; and if the whole becomes too tart, sweeten it with a French Berry – be sure to take the Berry out again; let the crust be made of the flower of the late French army; expose it to a hot fire, and it will be a dish fit to set before the King. (2)
 Le pâté indigeste, a caricature of the 1815 Congress of Vienna. The Duke of Wellington, the King of Prussia, and the Emperors of Russia and Austria sit around the table. Napoleon is on it. Louis XVIII is under it.





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                                    Typical fat British aristocrats not sharing anything!



                                        Poor English.  A Frenchman doesn't need mistletoe!




                                             They also have Shiny balls for Christmas.


   



Hope everyone has a wonderful time and many of us will be seeing each other in about a month's time at the AGM where we can all have a late festive dinner and a tipple to the new year and another exciting season ahead!  Where will the boots of the intrepid 45e tread next?

Those quiz answers 1) Queen Louise 2) Mortier 3) Curassiers 4) Fleas 5) Sentry duty 6) King Franconi, the circus master 7) Frederick the Great 8) Somosierra 9) Dutch 10) 'Good shot!' 11) Hungarian or eastern provinces. 12) Malo-yaroslavets 13) to betray (after Marmont) 14) Between 32-34 15) 30 16) a Donkey. 17) Marengo 18) (still) Up his sleevies.

                                               Joyeux Noel! 

Sunday 30 October 2016

Newsletter Autumn 2016




                                            45eme Autumn newsletter!


Bonjour und Willkommen to another newsletter at the close of season for 2016, from the stoney ramparts of Whittington castle to the rolling fields of Jena the 45eme have been all over the country from Spetchley to Bovington and further a field to Belgium, France and Germany.

The annual AGM looks set to be held on Saturday 14th January at the usual venue of Chequers hotel, Newbury. The afternoon will see a discussion of planned or possible events, unit finances, and other business.. then the evening will be food, drink and merriment. The morning may be subdued with coffee and baked beans.

Over the last year chat around the camp fire has often revealed a number of wargamers amongst the ranks and plans are afoot for a few meet ups out of season to (re)fight battles in miniature. Anyone interested should look up 45eme wargamers on facebook. If you have never played any wargames and are interested don't be put off, as a student of the Napoleonic age you probably know a fair bit about tactics, the rules are just there to work out how well your choices turn out.. and if you fail miserably you can always blame the dice.



Wedding belles!  Congratulations to Alex and Sarah who tied the knot recently in Leicester and had members of the regiment on hand to cheer and form a guard of honour, the battle of Jena was also their honeymoon, how romantic!  Hurrah!

Promotions!  This season has also seen the promotion of Lawrence Short to Sergeant and soldat Tobin to Corporal, not only showing the growth of themselves as individuals but also that with a steady rise in members we need more NCOs to aid in keeping us all in good order. Congratulations to you both!










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                                                            Tim England.
                                                             

The sad and unexpected news came to the regiment recently of the passing away of Tim sometime on the 24/25th of October. The cause of death is unknown at this time but it seems to have been a quick and unexpected occurrence with no underlying illness known to his friends.



Tim had just returned with many of us from the trip to Jena where he enjoyed himself and had been speaking of his plans for events next year and also for traveling in the van he had spent much time working on recently.

I will always recall Tim sitting in the morning mist and smoking his pipe, he was always good for a conversation, very animated, yet also a restful soul, content with living in the moment. I am sure some of us will take to the field in future and think 'Where's Tim?' only to remember anew that he is no longer with us, so suddenly was he taken from his family and friends. A great comrade.

We will remember him.



                                                                   Tim England
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   August saw the return of the 45eme to Bovington tank museum for warfare through the ages.

Besides our Napoleonic brethren there were camps and displays featuring medieval, English civil war and American civil war groups as well as some of the museums armoured vehicles tearing it up around the arena.



The battleground itself featured a hillock big enough to haul two cannons up on to, including gun-captain Garth's own piece, and act as our redoubt behind a series of earthworks and barricades which made for an interesting change to the usual open field.
Victory was ours on the first day as we engaged the forward skirmishers and drove them out from within the lines, leaping over, or into,  a trench to expel the enemy. The regiment worked particularly well with a contingent of cavalry, forcing the enemy together from where we could lay down fire upon their huddled ranks.


On the second we skirmished from the barricades, ducking as the redcoats fired vollies and sniping at the pesky greenjackets, but were pushed back by superior numbers only to be on the receiving end of the cavalry sabres this time. Die well boys!


The event will also go down in history as baring witness to Ian Groves becoming entirely possessed by the disincarnate spirit of morris dancers down the ages and everyone once again being beaten at gambling by Tash.

Next time we will have out own tank!


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                                                 Louis Lepic and the battle of Eylau.

Some figures will always be associated with a particular event or action, and such can be said for General Louis Lepic, of Napoleon's heavy cavalry. From a poor background He joined the Dragoons at age sixteen and fought in numerous battles but will always be best known for his actions at the battle of Eylau in 1807.

Leading the Grenadiers a cheval of the Imperial guard on the freezing, windswept day he had almost been unable to command due to an attack of rheumatism but after some treatment from Larrey took to the sadle. Awaiting orders his regiment were coming under heavy fire making some men duck uneasily, that is when he uttered his immortal words;

"Heads up by God, those are bullets not turds!"



When Murat was ordered to charge with some eighty squadrons of cavalry Lepic lead a desperate charge into the Russian ranks with his grenadiers, disappearing into the blizzard, the charge was highly successful and perhaps saved the day but having smashed through it was found that many of the Russian units had merely reformed and the cavalry were now behind the enemy lines. It was thought that the regiment had been cut off and captured.

Lepic and a small group of his men had been called upon to surrender but instead hoisted their heavy sabres and fought there way back to the French lines.
 On seeing Lepic after the battle Napoleon commented that he was filled with sorrow when he thought he had been captured, Louis responded 'You may hear of my death Sire, but never my capture!'

Promoted and awarded 50 000 francs for his part in the battle he immediately saw to it that the cash was shared out equally amongst his men.

Louis was always at the head of his grenadiers a cheval and was credited with possibly saving Napoleon from capture by cossacks in 1812. He survived the wars and rallied to the Emperor on his return from Elbe, fighting at Waterloo, after which he was then retired and died in 1827.




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                                                           OHHHH VIENNA!

We were going to be in Vienna for four days as a spring holiday and asides from the various galleries, palaces, cafes etc to see I was determined to visit a few places of Napoleonic interest. As well as being Austria's capital city, twice occupied by the French, the battle of Aspern-Essling happened immediately outside the city (as it was) and the battle of Wagram was just a few miles further out.


One attraction not to be missed by an enthusiast is the Heeresgeschlictliches museum, which spans military history from just before the Thirty years war up to the recent past, one of the halls is the salon of revolutions and covers the revolutionary and Napoleonic period as well as the later half of the nineteenth century.
The architecture is almost worth going for alone, great gilded domes in the ceiling are surrounded by wall paintings of various events in Austro-Hungarian history.


There are many portraits and statues, many of the archduke Charles, as well as uniforms and weapons, and also the first military aircraft in the form of the French observation balloon that was captured by Austria.


Schonnbrun palace was briefly occupied by Napoleon and was originally a sprawling estate outside the main city. Other than imagining the old guard on parade in the main courtyard there is not much directly Napoleonic bar some portraits relevant to the time and period furnishings.

Vienna has great public transport and a Wiencarte will give you unlimited travel and discounts on many attractions, definitely worth getting, partly because of this I ventured out into the suburbs to find any traces of the battlefields of Aspern-Essling, now largely covered by urban growth, a subway and a bus got me to the church at Aspern, one of the few surviving structures, with its wounded lion monument and original obelisk raised to mark the French dead.


A short hop on a bus which sailed passed 'Lannes strasse' got me to the vague area of the granary where the French held out against the furious assaults of the grenadiers. A sign advertises a small museum but it is only open on Saturday mornings. When I came around the corner and saw the building about 200 meters away I did have a double take, I had seen many pictures and paintings of this very place with smoke and all hell going on around it, and here it was sitting in a quiet residential district with a riding school next door. I imagine the flats opposite see a lot of middle aged blokes hanging around taking photos and looking wistful.





I saw lobau island from the train on the way back, it didn't seem a great place for trying to stage an army but maybe the waters of the Danube have risen since then, just east of lobau is a national park which was also part of the battlefield.
I did not have time to wander through the park or go out to Wagram which by all accounts has it's own museum or try any local delicacies from 'Napoleon's schnitzelhaus'.  Maybe next time!


                                                   
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                                                 The 45eme go to Jena!

For all involved it started off in the early hours heading for one of the rendezvous spots with the coach, which then rolled steadily downhill to Dover.


 All together the Sappeurs and 45eme were off over the sea and then the joy of ten more hours on the coach, some drinks, some service stations, 'Pride and prejudice and zombies' and some sort of sleep. About five o'clock on Friday morning we pulled into a field with a few meague tents here and there.


Dawn revealed a rolling landscape with the sun over the low hill of the Dornburg and the Trafenberg beyond, creating a fantastic battlefield view where you could imagine the French columns advancing over the crest to the south and rolling up to the Prussian held ridge just behind the camp and the windmill not half a mile away.

Everyone pitched in to get the camp set up and then the day was our own to explore the district or seek out provisions. More units arrived all day, Some traders were also on site, a serving of goulash was given out in the evening and there was live music in the big beer tent.



It was up moderately early after a nippy evening but not as bad as some feared given the freezing temperatures on Friday morning, and time for a parade after breakfast although this seemed to get later and later, with the 45eme being present and correct, and on time, as usual.




Form up and off to battle! The scene for the battle itself was as Cospeda a couple of villages down the road, although for us the road was just a farm track for the most part, still it made a fine sight to see French troops disappearing over the crest in a long marching column.
At the village we stopped for provisions, beer and bread and sausages, which was something of a theme throughout the weekend.
Then there was a small amount of marching and maneuvering the reason for which was beyond the ken of us simple soldats but we were confident it was very important in the big picture.


Then we rolled into battle and traded vollies with some white coated troops and further beyond suffered from some light cannons playing upon us, fireworks rocketed off into the air, some fiendish Prussian secret weapon no doubt, but it did not save the day for them. A great cheer went up and we saw the right wing of Prince Hohenlohe's army crumble and give way, pursued up the slope by triumphant Frenchmen.

And so a march back to Vierzehnheiligen where arms could not be stacked fast enough for most of the regiment to reform in the beer tent. Twenty bottles of beer please!



Sunday saw a ceremony of remembrance held at the local church, which also features a memorial to the fallen of 1806, due to the small size of the location only a few regiments were officially in attendance although a few of the 45e were on hand to pay respects and watch a French and Prussian standard be flown over the memorial and hear words spoken by some local dignitaries and those representing the two armies for our marking of the occasion.

It had the feeling of friendship and respect between the two sides, and the people today, and indeed the whole weekend had been very welcoming.

Hopefully we can all be back in Germany for 2023!


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                                            The Swedish-Norwegian war of 1814.

In the wake of 1814 much of Europe was patting itself on the back, or trying to stab someone elses in the wrangle to re-establish borders and nick land off those smaller powers that had backed 'The ogre'.
Sweden under Bernadotte had of course backed the winner and that dodgy Denmark next door had not.  The Swedes could take Norway from Denmark. Simples.

Except no one had asked the Norwegians what they thought.

In a sudden flux of political reshuffling they declared independence and wrote a constitution. "Look England, we are nothing to do with that Denmark!"    England didn't care.

The Swedish army were going in. Sweden had a bigger army, a better equipped army supported by a respectable navy, an army that had more experienced troops, having fought against France, most of Norway's troops had been on home defense and were generally disorganized, poorly equipped and of low morale. It wouldn't take long.

                           Most Norwegians wore red but here is a green jacketed ski trooper.

(You've probably guessed where this is going and whose side I am on) Sweden started well, driving Norwegian gunboats and troops out of their major port but the Norwegians had retreated from the borders after some minor defeats so as not to get cut off.
The Norwegians then had two victories, at Lier where it started well for the Swedes until they met dug in troops supported by artillery and at Matrand,  three days later, where Norwegian farmers had gained information about Swedish plans to fall back, Norway tried to halt them in a hard fought battle but the Swedes seemed to have decided it was not their day and hastened a retreat. Some of the Swedes, short of ammunition, had to escape at the point of the bayonet, but escape most of them did, lessening the victory.

One more major battle was fought at Langnes, it was particularly bad weather and the Norwegian leader, Colonel Hegerman, planned to use this for an early morning surprise attack. (the night before the colonel had almost been shot by a sentry but was saved by wet powder, and killed the sentry with his broken sword, taking his musket which is still in the Norwegian museum of defense).
Again Swedish counter attacks failed against artillery positions although sharpshooters took out many of the gunners. Again the Swedes retreated.
It is said that at this point the young Norwegian King arrived and met a soldier carrying a mortally wounded lieutenant 'This is too much blood for my sake!' he said. 'No sire, it is too little!' responded the soldier. The Norwegians were ordered to withdraw.

Despite these victories it was clear that Norway would eventually lose due to lack of men and logistics against the Swedish might, however Bernadotte also wanted the fighting over and a peace was announced in the Swedish favour. But not by much, although the Norwegian king had to abdicate Norway kept its constitution and was more of a partner to Sweden than a conquered nation and the Norwegians kept many of their institutions, and their pride, intact.

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                                                                Rogues gallery


                                         A frosty James Tobin walking the dog at Ickworth.

           
                                             Tim and an artillery supply wagon at Ligny.


                                 Wes and a 45e hat on the march back from the field of Liepzig.


                        Captain Lipferret at Waterloo, and I believe an elusive sighting of Ian Groves.                                                              


                                                         Alex and Sarah's wedding!

                                           
                                       The start of the year, Captain Miles & co. at Whittington!

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                                                Vive L'Empereur!  Vive L'45e!

Wednesday 5 October 2016

Vierzehnheiligen



                                                  Vierzehnheiligen!

The name might sound familiar, to those going to Jena it is the village where the bivouac site is centred and the official site of the battle event. When I consulted the big map in the Osprey book of Jena I was a bit disappointed that the village was right on the edge of the map and assumed not much really happened there.. but I was quite wrong about that!

At the start of the battle, around 6 am, Vierzehnheiligen was behind the Prussian lines which ran through Lutzeroda to the south-east although on the same vital road.
Lannes corps attacked Lutzeroda and after some hard fighting in the dispersing mist they broke through and took the village and swept on to Vierzehnheiligen and part of the Dornberg hill next to it, however for the first time that day it was recaptured by the Prussians, mainly with cavalry, who even retook Lutzeroda into the bargain. I was also learning that the Prussians were not such a walk over as my vague knowledge of Jena had lead me to believe.

In the meantime Michel Ney had arrived with his VI corp just in time to be ordered up to support the right of Lannes attack. Seeing Lannes in trouble but only having two light cavalry squadrons and two infantry battalions ready to fight Ney decided to attack anyway, just west of Vierzehnheiligen, which was now on fire.

       
 The Dornburg in the centre was an important hill, to the left you can see Vierzehnheiligen with it's medieval Church.

He captured some Prussian guns and pushed the enemy back and retook the burning village and then some. Then it all went wrong for his impetuous little force as the salient he had hacked into shape got surrounded and counter attacked, his cavalry was swept away and his infantry formed battalion squares in the tide of Prussian (and politically reluctant Saxon) forces.
Napoleon ordered Lannes to attack again and rescue the cut off force, this really put Napoleon's plans out of kilter. He was not a happy bunny.


Gazan's second division of V corp were first to take poor Vierzehnheiligen again and the Prussians were ordered to attack but instead halted on the outskirts, pouring fire into the village. Lannes other troops were pushing around the edges but ground to a halt. The Prussians were forming up for another organised advance.
French light troops in the potato fields around the village, supported by artillery, began picking apart the ranks of the Prussians as they formed up, after the battle this assembly point was found to be one of the most bloody parts of the field as massed troops stood and suffered cannon fire.
The moment of decision seemed to be here. Lannes advanced again but was pushed back by Saxon cavalry into the battered village.
Prince Hohenlohe did not follow up this local success, he felt he was being outflanked and more French reinforcements were arriving whilst his own had yet to appear.
Around 12.30 the entire French army advanced and the wavering Prussians were finished.


      The village today is hardly much bigger than it was in 1806, like Ligny and most battlefield villages only a few features from the time remain, the Church being one of them.

The name of the village roughly translates as four-ten-to-sanctify. I thought this was odd until I saw other places with the same name.. such as the basilica of Vierzehnheiligen in Bavaria. The name comes from the 'fourteen holy helpers' who are saints each dedicated to healing and usually of a specific illness or  disease so that pilgrims would visit Churches associated with them in search of healing, presumably the church in the village was one such place. 

It is five miles from the village into Jena, an hour and a half walk according to Googlemaps. There does not appear to be any shops in the village but historically food sellers and stalls appear to feed hungry soldiers, and surely a quality beer tent, for major supplies one of the closest is an Aldi in North Jena at Altenburger Str 1. 07743 Jena.
The weather is currently similar to here, sunny days with cloud and a bit chilly at night but above freezing, so weather should be better than 1806.

Jena, one of Napoleon's greatest victories! (Don't mention Auerstadt, shhhh!) with the veterans of Austerlitz destroying the Prussian field army, many believe this was the high point of the Grande armee, and we shall be a part of it soon!

Sunday 26 June 2016

Newsletter Summer 2016


                                   
                           
                       Welcome to the first newsletter of 2016.

It’s been a bit of a soggy season so far, as well as ice and hail and flooding, with the exception of the glorious weekend at Hole park. Never let it be said the regiment are fair weather reenactors, the siege of Whittington castle will live long in many people’s memories but such ordeals are something to look back on and laugh at. If pneumonia doesn’t get you.



First off a special mention must go to our esteemed Officer, Capitaine Miles, whom was awarded with a sword of honour at Hole park for services to the regiment, given to him by the Emperor himself. Congratulations!





Don't forget we have Winchester coming up soon, 9th July and it is a high priority event, the more the merrier.

As I write the country is still reeling from the Brexit news, no politics here except to say we will all have to see how this effects international events in future both in terms of prices and border hopping, and of course those lovely EU firearms passports most of us have.

Which brings me on to our last event of the year, Jena, still some months away but time flies and so be sure to let Laura Short know if you want in on the coach trip before it is too late and see the 45eme facebook page for some suggestions on getting a bicorne for the occasion if you don’t already have one.

Vive L’Empereur! 

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                      Baron Lejeune, a man of many talents!

Many men won themselves a reputation and status in the service of Napoleon and one of them was Louis-Francois Lejeune, not only for his feats on the battlefield but also behind the easel for Lejeune became a celebrated artist as well as a General.
His artistic career began as a student in the studio of Pierre-Henri de Valenciennes (an artist mainly known for his landscape works which may have been an influence on Lejeune’s work) but he quit the studio to join a revolutionary battalion comprised largely of painters, writers and other artists and first saw action at the battle of Valmy.
After a transfer to the artillery he was enrolled to become an officer of engineers and then as an aide-de-camp to Berthier in 1800 which thus also placed him in a position to be noticed by Bonaparte himself and his promotions were steady from then on.




Taken prisoner in Spain and almost executed he was transported to England but later escaped in time to be in the Russian campaign where he developed frostbite and was charged with desertion, however he appears to have soon been reconciled and was in command of a brigade in 1813 until seriously wounded by a shell which ended his active military career.
His artwork was often panoramic battle scenes some of his most celebrated being ‘‘The battle of the pyramids’ (above) ‘Borodino’ and ‘The assault on the monastery of Saint Engracia’ the latter occurred during the siege of Zaragoza and shows Lejeune himself sprawled on some rubble with a bandaged head during the fighting!
There is little propaganda in any of the his paintings beyond the French perspective, the natural result of many of his works being based on sketches he took whilst on the battlefield where he always had his materials close to hand, even portraying the Spanish fighting in the streets and ruins as at least as courageous fighters as their French opponents, indeed to the modern viewer it is often thought to celebrate the Spanish resistance.  



He was also instrumental in introducing Lithography to France from Germany after he presented Napoleon with a hundred copies of a sketch of a Cossack he had drawn only that morning, when it came to illustrations this was like a regency era photocopier.

There is a great deal of detail in Lejeune’s work ‘Not depending as so many did on my artwork for my daily bread, I was never afraid of giving too much time to detail.’ This is heavily born out in his piece on the capitulation of Ulm where the unfortunate General Mack is seen meeting a triumphant Napoleon and his encourage with a vast panorama of the respective armies in the background, including hundreds of Austrian prisoners in a winding column.
In later life he became the director of an art school and mayor of Toulouse before passing away at the age of 73.

For those wishing to know more Lejeune’s own accounts ‘Memoires of Baron Lejeune: Aide-de-camp to Marshals Berthier, Davout and Oudinot’ also paint a colourful picture of his service during the wars.

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                                                         Ligny! 

Nearly a year had passed since most of the 45eme had marched in a foreign field, the tumultuous days of Waterloo 200, how would that effect Ligny this year after last years giant commemoration?

The first of us to arrive found a largely empty field opposite the General Gerard centre, which houses the Ligny museum, it had been raining a lot and no vehicles could go up the slope into the field but a party of local volunteers were on hand to Sherpa tents and baggage about, this set the tone for the weekend, very well organised and very welcoming.
A few of us took a stroll into town and found a bar with a painting of Napoleon that we toasted, several times, one with a round on the house.


                                                    Some of our generous rations.

The wet weather was holding off but sadly a number of units and individuals had not been able to make it due to flooding in many parts, there seemed a particular shortage of Prussian line infantry, indeed I think Brunswick jagers made up the majority of the allied forces. My hope to see some blocks of blue coats faded somewhat, in would have been a pleasant change to always facing the British.

Instead we mingled with lots of genuine French, the Imperial guard was with us! And Marshal Massena was our neighbour, although Bob had previously mistaken him for a local farmer on arrival, for a big hat he was a friendly and funny guy.
It was a relaxed weekend, we visited the museum and were free until a drill session in the early afternoon, we drilled well but there was the usual big battalion delays and confusion that always seem to arise at these times, especially as we were the first unit into the field, along with the gallant sappeurs at our side, and ready to leave when the rest of our battalion turned up!  Soldat Tobin did a fine job of translating orders.

The battle was enjoyable and the Prussian forces (were any of them Prussian?) played the role of an advance guard skirmishing with our superior forces, there were a lot of pyros going off to good effect, some pretty close to their targets.
Lots of unit vollies were fired and a collective unit ‘Ewwww’ as we all stopped in a puddle at the same time.
Come the end we drove the enemy off and nearly charged the audience as we marched right up to the fence with bayonets twirling.

                                                               ‘There’s one, Fire!’


Everyone was proud of the unit’s appearance and performance alongside the ‘French French’ who have a bit of a reputation for taking things more seriously than us ‘English French’ and even the guard didn’t outdo us in presentation or drill in the actual field. Well done to everyone, and for retaining a sense of humour, when just before the Sunday parade a French lieutenant chose to point out muddy shoes or an undone button. It takes all sorts in this hobby.

I’d like to go back to Ligny, especially the cake shop, but maybe next year we will do Wavre or Bourtange (where the 85eme were that weekend). We will march in the low countries once more.

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   The 45eme and friends filming for the Comedy Channel.

On a damp November day (2015) on the outskirts of St Albans a dozen reenactors, a few proper actors, a couple of students, one comedian, a film crew and a seemingly out of proportion amount of large white ‘Movie makers’ trucks and trailors all gathered together to film what was probably about five minutes of ‘Drunk history’.

Drunk history itself is a show where they basically get someone ‘off the telly’ to drink a large amount, usually of spirits, and then recount some of their favourite scenes from history, and for this episode Waterloo was in the frame.

Having availed myself of the hospitality area and nipped over to the mighty toilet rig I came out to see someone who was clearly our Napoleon ‘Ah mon Emperor!” I exclaimed and said hello and the chap asked about my coat ‘You can get rugs made out of that you know.’  He seemed familiar, and also surprisingly tall for a Napoleon.. (yes, I know he wasn’t short but this guy was taller than most of us), yes, it was Hugh Dennis, our comedian and known actor. The budget had to go somewhere.

 A couple of would-be make up artists from the local college came to do our make up (I said the budget had gone) which mainly consisted off making our hands and faces a little muddy. We could have just used mud, which was plentiful, and it would have stayed on better, except Rob of course whom the girls were all over like he was Lionel Blair.


 After some waiting around the trailers we went and did some waiting in the field instead. Over the other side of which two stuffed horses were employed in a scene or two. It rained a bit more.
When we were called over even some of us lowly extras were treated to gophers holding umbrellas over us. Us! We said our muskets were more important. The Director, who had something of an artistic temprement, didn’t know anything about muskets needing to be kept dry. Or History. But this is something you quickly learn not to mention.
A bit of a jeering and gun waving scene was done with a big comedy Scotsman involved and then us in a firing line, though firing individually, if at all, It was indeed a soggy day. My one shot of the day went off at the second attempt.
The Emperor returned from Elba to the south of France, which looked like a damp day in St Albans, but we cheered anyway and soon the filming was in the can and we were heading for home.

Episode Eight, series two of Drunk History was aired at 10pm on The comedy channel, 30 March, but should be available elsewhere online. At time of going to press I have only seen a couple of clips myself.

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For those who asked here are the words to the song aired at the AGM, which can be sung along to the tune of “The black velvet band’. (There is always room for another verse/chorus in their if anyone has a good one!) 

                    The 45th kept Marching.

 Oh here is a song about heroes,
A true regiment of renown,
The 45th of the line, looking back to the time
When Maastericht gave them the crown.

From the Neimen to the Tagus
The regiment stood true,
They fought redcoats and Russians,
And Spaniards and Prussians,
‘Til Bonaparte bid them adieu!

   (Oh) From the cannonade of Valmy
   To the Swansong of Waterloo,
   The 45th kept marching,
   Those invincible soldiers in blue!

And at the foot of the Pratzen,
They fought the Tsars own guard,
In a storm of steel and fire
They won themselves Boney’s regard.

With men from across this fair nation
Raised up on an Eagles wings
True bothers in arms from the cities and farms
With the voice of brave Frenchmen it sings;

Chorus

From Dresden onto Danzig
Through the wind and the snow and the rain,
The sun set low on the empire
But the violet soon blooms again.

Then came that dark day in Belgium
When cruel fate dealt them a hand
The enemy at large, lead a terrible charge
Against which no soldiers could stand.

Chorus x 2

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Also coming up, a few of us are going to this in August, a campaign weekend in France, though still probably more comfy than Whittingdon castle. 




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                                        War and Peace. A review.


The BBCs latest adaptation of Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace’ went down with mixed reception, to many, especially in the re-enactment community a certain dress worn in the opening scene may have struck a death knell that the characterisation, plot and cinematography simply couldn’t cancel out.
The wardrobe choices, especially for the women, were indeed more often 1920 than 1812, but I can personally forgive that if viewing the show as a piece of theatre and not a documentary, still it would have been easy to do the research and then use the results but I suspect the wardrobe department was more driven by someone’s artistic vision other than authenticity.

At first I thought Paul Dano’s Pierre looked ridiculously young and farcially inept but then he is meant to be just that when the book opens, he is not Anthony Hopkins, and his early bumblings paved the way for his path through the story, allowing us to see him rise and fall and develop.
Ade Edmundson was hugely likeable as count Rostov but.. you can’t help but expect him to be hit in the face with a frying pan at any moment, my association with him as a comedy character didn’t sit well with a serious piece of television.
Napoleon. Well at least he wasn’t short and fat. I suspect with such an iconic and often caricatured figure it would have been easy to do it by numbers. I thought he was a sort of younger, slightly more Italian version of Peter Capaldi.


The battle scenes were well executed and didn’t pull any punches but could have captured more of a grand scale, a couple of massive French columns advancing on our protagonists could easily have been conjoured up with modern methods and cgi, instead we saw a lot of smoke and skirmish order men running back and fourth and being blown up. From ancient Rome to Medieval England to Napoleonic Russia TV writers seem to think battles are fought by two hordes of men simply running at each other and having a huge free for all. I also flinched at the stoic Russians who all dived on the floor when the shell landed. That was worse than the dress thing for me!  this is Borodino not D-Day!

The story is an emotional roller coaster, it is for the characters and so should be for the viewer and the shout at the telly moments are all part of the theme. It is quite a modern idea in TV series to make our opinions of the characters wax and wane but War and Peace did it first.
It was a very modern and stripped down version, with the required amount of nudity that is mandatory since Rome and Game of thrones came to our screens, along with a bit of incest thrown in. I think they did quite a good job given the number of episodes they had to complete the story. A good effort but flawed by trying to be a bit too zeitgeist.

And in the end the whole saga came down to that scene with Pierre and the potato.

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                             The Rogues gallery.


        The biggest rogue of them all, that handsome Serge!


             A jolly Sunday morning at Church (Ickworth)


A typical Saturday night for Dave Beards.

                         One of those close bangs at Ligny!

                       and a blast from the past, Epsom 2009.

This is the first newsletter in this format, If anyone has any news or articles they would like in the next edition then please send them to me at rhandolph@googlemail.com or contact me or Alex Hamblin on Facebook (she has been quite busy with Ratkins and Wedding arrangements with this one but is very much part of the team), Word documents can be transferred quite well to this e-format, or if you would like to see a hardcopy format, it is something we can look into.

Rhandolph and Alex.

Vive L’Empereur!