Our Brigade was camped in the orchard of Hougoumont. Our tents were against the right-hand corner and where the main French assault came in on the day. It was very weird knowing that thousands were injured and killed on this sacred ground.
I was worried about taking a piss at night.. it seemed like sacrilege!
Bizarrely, the other side of the wall was a service road that lead around to the front of the farm. This was where all the bogs were lined up. A Canadian re-enactor died there on the first day of a heart attack! One of our chaps was a medic and worked on him but failed. He was a wee bit pissed off after that.
The organisers had planned on a death a day! Luckily there was only one out of over 6000. However, there were lots of injuries, some very serious.