(Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300) Legate, I had the news last night – my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome. I’ve marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below: Now … Continue reading

(Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300) Legate, I had the news last night – my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome. I’ve marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below: Now … Continue reading
Over the heather the wet wind blows, I’ve lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose. The rain comes pattering out of the sky, I’m a Wall soldier, I don’t know why. The mist creeps over the hard … Continue reading