Battle of Waterloo: How I played a part in Napoleon's downfall

So, here I sit, on my grey horse overlooking the battlefield at Waterloo. My mount, Champagne, is full of fizz and won’t stand still. This Lipizzaner from Hungary is gouging at the ground with one hoof, apparently keen to join the fray that is slowly unfolding below. She looks every inch the war horse. I probably also look the part in the red jacket and tall bearskin cap of the Scots Greys, except for one detail; my sword fell off on the way to the battlefield.