Before part two of my last post ” Apicius & The Re-enactors, ” I thought it appropriate to re-blog this from Anne-frandi coory. Thank you Anne
The Roman Centurion’s Song
(Roman occupaton of Britain 300 CE)
Legate, I had the news last night – my cohort ordered home
By ship to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I’ve watched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!
I’ve served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall.
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.
Here where my men say my name was made, here where my work was done;
Here where my dearest dead are laid-my wife-my wife and son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how…
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