As I said, I’m actually not much interested in "big history". I very much love funny anecdotes though, maybe somebody else will appreciate these as well. The snippets below are taken from the "Mémoires du Général Comte de Saint-Chamans", available online here. This Saint-Chamans was aide-de-camp to marshal Soult (one of many of Soult's ADCs who left memoirs) and … well, in my opinion not necessarily the sharpest knife in the drawer. In his position as ADC, he occasionally was sent by his marshals to see Napoleon. And these interviews had a tendency to go rather wrong.
The first scene takes place in December 1805, after the battle of Austerlitz:
[…] We thus took the main road to Vienna, by way of Nikolsburg; on our arrival in this last city, Marshal Soult sent me to Brünn in order to carry to the Emperor several Russian and Austrian flags taken by his army corps; Marshal Berthier introduced me into the cabinet of the Emperor, who unfurled and examined these flags himself; I had, on the way, prepared myself to answer all the questions which I presumed he could ask me about Marshal Soult and his army corps, both of which were then in great favour; I was prepared for everything, except for : "Who goes there?". He began by asking me: "Where do you come from?" This question, made rather abruptly, confined me; I did not know what to answer, the name of Nikolsburg did not want to return to my memory, and I stammered for a long time, without being able to articulate anything; this lasted two or three minutes, and the Emperor, seeing that I did not answer, with a laugh said to Marshal Berthier: "Come on, take him away, and try to find out where he comes from."
Of course, Saint-Chamans remembered the name as soon as the door to the audience room had closed behind him.
The second scene happens during the battle of Jena. As people on this forum probably know much better than me, Soult’s army corps only arrived some time after the battle around Vierzehnheiligen had started, as his men only during the night marched up the Rautal and then had to deal with Holtzendorff before reaching the main battle. But as soon as that was done, Soult sent off Saint-Chamans to inform the emperor of his arrival and to ask for orders.
[…] The Marshal then ordered me to go and report to the Emperor that we had arrived on the battlefield and that we were driving the enemy before us; at the same time I was to ask him for his orders for our further movements; after a considerable time, I finally found the Emperor, surrounded by his staff, near a village where the fire was very intense, and which was attacked by the corps of Marshal Lannes; I approached the Emperor and gave him an account of my mission.
"Le Maréchal Soult, a-t-il son cul ici?"
Which, translated literally, means: "Does Marshal Soult have his ass here?" - Okay, I can see why Saint-Chamans would be a little bewildered on hearing this question. But, seriously, I am not a soldier and I understood immediately what he really wanted to know. Poor Saint-Chamans, however, seems to have been thoroughly confused by his emperor’s sudden interest in the whereabouts of Soult’s behind.
This expression seemed to me so singular that I did not know what to answer, and I found myself before him again in the same position as at Brünn; he repeated the same question word for word, and I did not understand it any better, when one of his aides-de-camp who was near me, and who saw my embarrassment, said to me in a half-voice: "Does he have his left here, has it arrived?"
I understood then that the Emperor asked if the rear of our corps, which had marched all night, had entirely arrived on the battlefield; I answered him in the affirmative, and he then sent me to carry to the marshal the order to march quickly forward, in order to be in line with the other corps of the army.
Saint-Chamans is being charmingly self-deprecating. However, the almost deified status that Napoleon had amongst the army, young officers bring tongue-tied must have been quite common, if a little less honestly related. These were though huge moments in their lives, so when first person verbatim from Napoleon is quoted, it can probably be relied upon more than even his own recollections.