Today is the day when a small excitable Frenchman of foreign extraction with a penchant for the ladies and delusions of grandeur led an army through Belgium.

No, not this one, although the description fits well

The one who wore hats like this

He met the armies of England and Prussia in and around here

It didn’t go at all well for him and so he wound up here


My great great great grandfather was one of those guarding him out in the South Atlantic and subsequently came home only to choke to death on his Christmas Day goose.