Excerpt of a Letter from Prussian Crown Prince Frederick William to the Crown Princess Victoria, Christmas Eve, 1866
My Dearest Vicky, The Love of My Life,
With the surrender of the young fop Ludwig, I have been finding more time to attend to personal business. Happily, I now have some time to write in more detail than I've had in a while.
I am so grieved that I must spend yet another Christmas season away from you, and our beloved infants, Willie, Charlotte and Henry. I want you to know that I love you each, dearly, and I will endeavor to return at my earliest opportunity.
I understand that we have now seen British soldiers on Prussian soil for the first time. I am assured that our loyal Danische Corps has taken up the Flensburg forts, and will allow the British no further than the fens of Jutland.
I also understand that Marshal Bazaine has thrown the British armies away from the gates of Paris, and all the way into the sea. Indeed, despite some reservations I shall note in a minute, it seems like quite a victory. But I shall not dwell upon an event which I am sure causes you grief as these men were once your countrymen. You know that I would give anything that it were not happening.
I am mindful of an irony, and it saddens me. Tens of thousands of British soldiers are again dying at the hands of the French Army. But this time it is in a war of Britain's own making. And from my perspective, and yours, I know that the fears and suspicions that had driven the United Kingdom to war were entirely mistaken. I hope that your Mother will see this soon, and will put an end to this war. I know that you share my wish that no more Englishmen should die in this mistaken cause. Please, beloved, pen another message to your Mother and explain these things to her. She will know the truth of your words, if not mine.
I must reflect. I think that any honest examination of war must see the sheer magnitude of associated wastefulness. Nevertheless, I remain convinced that some wars are necessary -- if only because not everyone in the world sees war as wasteful. I must say, however, I did not expect such a determination from England! These British ministers have convinced me that all is not gold in the ideal of democracy. I am troubled by that thought, but I cannot shake what seems more and more apparent every day.
Back, however, to the matter with Bazaine. I am greatly troubled that, from the information I have, it seems that his own folly had led him so far away from the treasure trove entrusted to him, merely so that he could chase baubles in a far away province. And so very tragic, too, that our Prussian soldiers paid the price of standing in the gap, as at Thermopylae, while waiting for the Marshal-President to return. I shall simply have to trust that he will find it within his abilities to now keep the British troops from encroaching from the west.
The Mayor of Ulm has graciously invited me and my higher staff (Leo sends his most reverent greetings, I should add) to attend a special Christmas dinner in our honor. It is a very noble thing that he proposes, considering our recent state of war. However, he has explained to me that he shares our wishes for a united Germany. He even went so far as to say that he would enjoy seeing a unification with the Austrian Germans, although I did not go so far as to explain that I share such a vision.
But on the very morrow after we celebrate the birth of Christ, we must not hesitate to mount up and carry on with the next phase of this war. We shall ride south and begin the capture of these German-populated and mineral-rich provinces within the Austrian Alps.
I have emphasized with my commanders the necessity of maintaining good relations with the populations we encounter, so as not to invite resentment. We shall, as always, avoid any excess at the expense of the conquered. They, as with the good Mayor, will soon be Prussian subjects with all the rights so accorded.
Please take good care of our beautiful firstborn, Willie, and his brother and sister. It is this greater empire of which I speak that I hope to one day turn over to Willie's gentle hands.
In hopes that I will see you again within a few short months, I remain, your eternally Devoted Husband,
Fritz