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 1920the 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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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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