My food and clothes and blankets come out of my pay, leaving me with little money.
The work is hard but the food is good and I like and admire most of the men in my contubernium.
There are no longer decimations. I am proud to be a Mithras brother, proud to be a soldier.
Still, and I have never told anyone this, sometimes after a day of working in the quarry--
I find myself thinking of that glorious ascent to heaven in a great chariot,
and wishing for the day to come--
sooner than later.
Written Content G.A.M. cc
Sentry Mike Heywood