From Private to Field-Marshal (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)

From Private to Field-Marshal (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)

by William Robertson (Sir)
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From Private to Field-Marshal (Barnes & Noble Digital Library) by William Robertson (Sir)

In his 1921 autobiography, Sir William Robertson chronicles his rise from a private in the British army at the age of seventeen up through his appointment to Field Marshal in 1920—the first person to do so. An absorbing narrative, he relates rising from the lowest to highest ranks, illuminating his brilliant military career and extraordinary leadership skills.

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ISBN-13: 9781411454613
Publisher: Barnes & Noble
Publication date: 05/31/2011
Series: Barnes & Noble Digital Library
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 454
Sales rank: 1,171,280
File size: 479 KB

About the Author

Sir William Robertson (1860–1933), nicknamed “Wully,” was a British soldier. He served as Chief of the Imperial General Staff from 1916-1918 during World War I, and soon after was awarded baronetcy of Beaconsfield, in 1919. A Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath, Robertson also wrote Soldiers and Statesmen 1914–18. 

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