Throughout the pages history men have come from different lands, but to serve mankind and only in search of ways to achieve self-glorification, and not to serve their respective peoples.
Lets us thus begin with Napoleone Buonaparte the (Le Petit Caporal) Corsican who became the first emperor of France. He gambled the lives of France's youth for a dream that he was never to fulfil; his defeat at Moscow was by his own failure as a leader. Like most despots Napoleone would not heed the advice of his own generals in the field, which cost the lives of 600,000 Frenchmen in his retreat from Russia. But worse was yet to come. If Napoleone erred and lost a battle he would lay the blame for a decision that he made on a general. The adage that Naploeone was supposedly reported to have said about an army marching on his stomach was really about himself. Because when he invaded a country he would have his victual ling officer go in search for supplies for the next dish that he was to eat that day. Of course his personal propagandist was one Nicolas Chauvin a sycophant to the core.
His defeat at Waterloo in Belgium in 1815 was one of his own making, it was the only decision that he ever made and it was a total failure. He had misjudged his enemy, believing him to be inexperienced, and that was his downfall. The Anglo-Irish Duke of Wellington (Arthur Wellesley) was a very experienced British officer, having served in the army of the East India Company as Arthur Wesley and saw action against their foes in India, where he had developed new methods of warfare unknown to the French. Thus, when Napoleone's Imperial Guard advance against the British troops on the ridge, he had no idea that there were thousands of British soldiers lying down waiting for Napoleone's Imperial Guard to reach a point at which the British forces would rise and fire into their ranks. With the very first fusillade the French Imperial Guard broke ranks and fled in disarray, but from the rear came the Bluchers Black Austrian Cavalry which cut them to shreds. On seeing what was happening to his army through his telescope, Napoleone got into his carriage and took the road back to Paris where he surrendered to the British. Napoleone's dream of a French Empire was shattered and the only place left for him was exile in St. Helena. Such are the dreams of men and mice.