Alain SUPPINI
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I’m Alain — a French critical care anesthesiologist who writes to keep memory alive. Between past and present, medicine and words, I search for what endures.
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Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Saint Helena, 1815–1821 October 17, 1815 – Longwood House, Saint Helena So this is it. An island lost in the Atlantic mist — a barren rock guarded by winds, warships, and indifference. Saint Helena. Once, I crossed empires in weeks. Now it takes hours to walk from one end of my world to the other.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Germany, France, Elba — 1813–1814 May 2, 1813 – Lützen They say I am back. The Allies believed Russia had broken me, that France would collapse beneath the weight of corpses and snow. But I have raised another army — boys and old men, yes, but enough. At Lützen, they learned the Emperor still strikes fast and hard. The Prussians fell back, astonished.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Russia, 1812 July 28, 1812 – Vitebsk The sun blazes, but the victories feel hollow. We have marched a thousand miles without a decisive battle. The Russians retreat endlessly, like smoke slipping through clenched fists. I offer them glory. They answer with scorched fields and empty villages. My men grow thinner, slower, quieter. Discipline fades in the heat and distance.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Europe, 1808–1812 May 2, 1808 – Madrid Spain burns. I thought it would be simple: remove a decrepit Bourbon king, install my brother Joseph, and bring order where there was only superstition and decay. But the Spanish did not greet us as liberators. They rose — farmers, priests, children with knives in their belts. They fight like ghosts in alleyways, strike and vanish.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Europe, 1805–1807 March 17, 1805 – Paris The Republic is buried. France is now an Empire — and Europe, uneasy. Austria sharpens its bayonets. Russia rattles its sabers. England schemes as ever, hidden behind her seas. They do not understand: this Empire was not born of ambition alone, but of necessity. France cannot return to chaos. I am the wall between order and the abyss.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Paris, 1802–1804 August 2, 1802 – Paris They have named me First Consul for Life. Not by decree, but by vote — a plebiscite, they call it. The numbers are overwhelming, almost comical. But what matters is not the ballots. It is the will behind them. The people no longer wish to remember how to choose. They wish only to be led.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Italy, 1796–1797 March 11, 1796 – Nice They have given me command of the Army of Italy — a ragged, starving host with threadbare boots and rusted sabres. The old generals mock this posting as a punishment, a trap perhaps. But I see a crown in it.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Paris, Valence, Toulon — 1785 to 1795 September 22, 1785 – Paris I’ve graduated early from the military school. The King needs officers, they say. I’m a second lieutenant in the artillery, stationed in Valence. It’s not a destiny yet — but it’s a beginning.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Ajaccio, 1769 – Brienne-le-Château, 1785 December 25, 1778 – Ajaccio I was born on a proud, rocky island, cradled by wind and the songs of the maquis. My mother says a storm was raging when I came into the world. Perhaps that is why I’ve always felt something wild inside me — a force I cannot name, a longing for greatness, though I do not yet know what kind.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
