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Originally Posted by Jimbuna

Lord Uxbridge: By God, Sir. I've lost my leg.
Duke of Wellington: By God, Sir. So you have.

A 'FOOTNOTE TO HISTORY'
"The leg attracted an amazing range of tourists from European society of the very top drawer, from the King of Prussia to the Prince of Orange. It was a nice earner for Monsieur Paris and his descendants, all the way down to 1878, when it was the occasion for a minor diplomatic incident. Uxbridge's son visited, to find the bones not buried, but on open display."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Uxbridge's_leg Here rests, and let no saucy knave Presume to sneer and laugh, To learn that mouldering in the grave Is laid a British calf. For he who writes these lines is sure That those who read the whole Will find such laugh were premature, For here, too, lies a sole. And here five little ones repose, Twin-born with other five; Unheeded by their brother toes, Who now are all alive. A leg and foot to speak more plain Lie here, of one commanding; Who, though his wits he might retain, Lost half his understanding. And when the guns, with thunder fraught, Pour'd bullets thick as hail, Could only in this way be taught To give his foe leg-bail.FYI: the good Earl lived to the age of ...86! dying in 1854 after a lengthy career. I'd certainly have shot at at anyone wearing that outstanding Shako too!