It all started 40 years ago, when my small village was visited by a roman general. I lived in Eryx, a city in the west of Sicily. We were about 3 km from the sea. Our city has a grand legend surrounding it, one that involves the great Hercules. I detest that man, but I have to admit he was an incredible fighter. Anyway, the story goes, that after Hercules captured the herd of Geryon, the prize bull escaped. This bull then swam to the island of Sicily. Eryx, the son of Poseidon, was our king at the time. He found the bull and took him into his own flock. When Hercules came demanding the bull back, Eryx refused. Why should he have given this cow to this stranger? It was his now, and he did not want to lose it. So Eryx challenged Hercules to
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In your pack, you carried Buccellatum, Frumentum, and Papilio. Buccellatum and Frumentum, were my hard tack and corn rations while the Papilio, was my leather tent. I wore a Galea, or a helmet, and a Lorica Segmentata, which was my plate armor. The most defining part of the roman defense though, was the Scutum. THis was a huge wooden shield that would protect me, and my neighbors. When I was in the first row of the Scutum wall, I had to use my Gladius, or short sword. When I was in the the last rows, I used my Pilum, which was a 7 foot long javelin. Now that you know what gear we had, I will tell you what we could do with it. Since the Scutum was huge, the roman army had created formations to best protect the legionnaires. One of my favorites, was called the turtle. The first line would remain normal, while the second and third row would raise their shields. This stopped arrows, and other thrown projectiles from hitting us on the head. We trained for a year, until the General said he had great news. We were being deployed to Britain! I was shocked that our legion would be so lucky, and be able to fight in the name of Rome. When we arrived in Britain, I realized that we were not lucky, at …show more content…
We were stationed on a wall the Romans had built. This wall was made to separate the Roman-occupied south, and the Celtic North. Nothing happened for two months, until a celtic army appeared one morning. They started to taunt us, and we rushed out to fight. They lured us out into the forest, where our fancy strategies would be useless. I was hit on the head and miraculously rolled into a hole under some tree roots. When I woke up, it was almost dark. I tried to leave my little shelter, but heard a voice tell me to stop. About 30 seconds later, I heard a two men walk by. One Was the celtic leader, but the other sounded
In your pack, you carried Buccellatum, Frumentum, and Papilio. Buccellatum and Frumentum, were my hard tack and corn rations while the Papilio, was my leather tent. I wore a Galea, or a helmet, and a Lorica Segmentata, which was my plate armor. The most defining part of the roman defense though, was the Scutum. THis was a huge wooden shield that would protect me, and my neighbors. When I was in the first row of the Scutum wall, I had to use my Gladius, or short sword. When I was in the the last rows, I used my Pilum, which was a 7 foot long javelin. Now that you know what gear we had, I will tell you what we could do with it. Since the Scutum was huge, the roman army had created formations to best protect the legionnaires. One of my favorites, was called the turtle. The first line would remain normal, while the second and third row would raise their shields. This stopped arrows, and other thrown projectiles from hitting us on the head. We trained for a year, until the General said he had great news. We were being deployed to Britain! I was shocked that our legion would be so lucky, and be able to fight in the name of Rome. When we arrived in Britain, I realized that we were not lucky, at …show more content…
We were stationed on a wall the Romans had built. This wall was made to separate the Roman-occupied south, and the Celtic North. Nothing happened for two months, until a celtic army appeared one morning. They started to taunt us, and we rushed out to fight. They lured us out into the forest, where our fancy strategies would be useless. I was hit on the head and miraculously rolled into a hole under some tree roots. When I woke up, it was almost dark. I tried to leave my little shelter, but heard a voice tell me to stop. About 30 seconds later, I heard a two men walk by. One Was the celtic leader, but the other sounded