My ancestors were Prussian, already here in America for a century when Field Marshal Blucher kicked Napoleon’s tuckus and saved Wellington’s as well.
Blucher had the gout, then a dose of the piles, got drunk, read the map wrong and lead a calvary charge straight into Napoleon’s flank. The krauts creamed the frog’s butts while Wellington regrouped his retreating forces.
Sad but all true
caddis the elder
I saw a movie about Waterloo. They showed Blucher charging on horseback and calling his soldiers “my children”.