The Allies were preparing to resist the Man of Destiny.
We were ordered from Gibraltar home, and were soon again en route for Brussels.

I did not regret that I was to be placed in active service.
I was ambitious, and longed for an opportunity to distinguish myself.
My garrison life in Gibraltar had been monotonous and dull.

I had killed five men in duel, and had an affair with the colonel of my regiment, who handsomely apologized before the matter assumed a serious aspect.

I had been twice in love.

Yet these were but boyish freaks and follies.