Roman Politics

Roman Politics. The coldness of the night merged seamlessly with the coldness of daybreak. A weak sun did nothing to raise temperatures or spirits. The Legionnaires leather coats creaked and cracked as morning dew met forest mist. At the edge of the giant forest they all stood, lined out and disciplined. Waiting. Far across barren scrubland taunting voices shouted abuse and threats. Hidden deep in their own forest fortress, sporadic German tongues were cursing Rome. The battle was about to begin. The shouts turned to chants, the chants to howling. Weapons clattered sheilds, the waiting was over. Fire was primed and archers drew, calvary waited in the wings. Three words echoed down the infantry. "Strength and honour." The uncouth hoards burst forth, all the tribes united as one. Screaming out for murder. The Legion stood, waited, disciplined. Brought them on, waited, formed. Unleashed hell. One half day later Rome could cheer. A nice piece of involvement was again won for the Senate. The tribes were undone. For now.