[The following is from a letter from the Duke of Wellington to the British Foreign Office in August 1812, written while pursing Napoleon across Spain] Courtesy The Progressive
Gentlemen: Whilst marching from Portugal to a position which commands the approach to Madrid and the French forces, my officers have been diligently complying with your requests. We have enumerated our saddles, bridles, tents and tent poles, and all manner of sundry items for which His Majesty's Government holds me accountable.
I have dispatched reports on the character, wit, and spleen of very officer. Each item and every farthing has been accounted for, with two regrettable exceptions for which I beg your indulgence. Unfortunately, the sum of one shilling and nine-pence remains unaccounted for in one infantry battalion's petty cash and there has been a hideous confusion as to the number of jars of raspberry jam issued to one cavalry regiment during a sandstorm in western Spain.
This reprehensible carelessness may be related to the pressure of circumstances, since we are at war with France, a fact which may come as a bit of a surprise to you gentlemen in Whitehall.
This brings me to my present purpose, which is to request elucidation of my instructions from His Majesty's Government, so that I may better understand why I am dragging an army over these barren plains.
I construe that perforce it must be one of two alternative duties, as given below:
1. To train an army of uniformed British clerks in Spain for the benefit of the accountants and copyboys in London, or, perchance
2. To see to it that the forces of Napoleon are driven out of Spain.
Your most obedient servant,
WELLINGTON
