Sir William Beatty was the Ship's Surgeon on board the Victory at the time of the Battle of Trafalgar. In this short piece he recounts the actions of that day, leading up to that day, and afterwards with the return to England.
Beatty's account is impersonal and his brief narrative style tells a lot more than you would think; this is an ideal piece of reportage. I doubt if there is anyone in this country who doesn't know who Nelson was and the legend that has built up around him since his death. To read this then is to get to the grassroots of what happened. With his being shot, covering up his face and insignia so that the seamen didn't know who was being taken to see the surgeon, at heart Nelson was a man the likes of which will never be seen again. A man who died how he wished, in battle, but with victory in his grasp, also a man who worried on his deathbed that Emma Hamilton and his adopted daughter would be seen to and looked after.
Writing a codicil before the battle he implored the King and Country to look after his loved ones, and he had already entrusted Captain Hardy with the commission of returning his body to England. He already knew what he wanted done, if the State buried him he wanted to be placed in Saint Pauls, but if not, a simple grave next to his father. As Beatty was a surgeon you should be warned that there are passages here that some people may find gruesome, with regards to the finding of the bullet that killed him, its trajectory, etc. Not many things these days makes us proud of being British, but reading this does.