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<blockquote data-quote="mmadsen" data-source="post: 453439" data-attributes="member: 1645">Chapter XV -- The North African CampaignThis sounds like it's straight out of a screenplay:General Labienus rode up and down his line bareheaded, cheering on his men....[He] occasionally yelled caustic comments to Caesar's troops.&quot;What do you think you're doing, recruit?&quot; the general called, fixing his gaze on one particular short, fresh-faced legionary in Caesar's line.&nbsp; &quot;Little fire-eater, aren't you?&nbsp; Are you another one who's had his wits befuddled by Caesar's fine words?&nbsp; I have to be honest with you, he's brought you into a desperate situation.&nbsp; I'm sorry for you.&quot;&quot;I'm no raw recruit, Labienus,&quot; the soldier called back.&nbsp; &quot;I'm a veteran of the Tenth!&quot;&nbsp; A veteran who must have served under the general in Gaul, what was more.&quot;The Tenth?&quot; Labienus retorted with a laugh in his voice.&nbsp; &quot;I don't recognize the standards of the Tenth anymore.&nbsp; Let's see what you're made of!&quot;&quot;You'll soon see what I'm made of,&quot; the 10th Legion man angrily declared, ripping off his helmet.&nbsp; &quot;Here!&nbsp; See my face?&nbsp; Remember it!&quot;&nbsp; With that, he flung the javelin in his right hand with all his might.The range was extreme, and as the combatants watched the javelin's flight, as if in a dream, it appeared it would fall short of the target.&nbsp; Instead it plunged into the chest of General Labienus's charger.&nbsp; The horse reared up in pain and fear, throwing the unprepared Labienus from the saddle.&nbsp; He landed heavily.A cheer rose from Caesar's men.&quot;Maybe that'll help you recognize a soldier of the Tenth in the future, Labienus,&quot; the legionary called, bringing laughter from his 10th Legion comrades.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="mmadsen, post: 453439, member: 1645"] [b]Chapter XV -- The North African Campaign[/b] This sounds like it's straight out of a screenplay: [Color=Silver]General Labienus rode up and down his line bareheaded, cheering on his men....[He] occasionally yelled caustic comments to Caesar's troops. "What do you think you're doing, recruit?" the general called, fixing his gaze on one particular short, fresh-faced legionary in Caesar's line. "Little fire-eater, aren't you? Are you another one who's had his wits befuddled by Caesar's fine words? I have to be honest with you, he's brought you into a desperate situation. I'm sorry for you." "I'm no raw recruit, Labienus," the soldier called back. "I'm a veteran of the Tenth!" A veteran who must have served under the general in Gaul, what was more. "The Tenth?" Labienus retorted with a laugh in his voice. "I don't recognize the standards of the Tenth anymore. Let's see what you're made of!" "You'll soon see what I'm made of," the 10th Legion man angrily declared, ripping off his helmet. "Here! See my face? Remember it!" With that, he flung the javelin in his right hand with all his might. The range was extreme, and as the combatants watched the javelin's flight, as if in a dream, it appeared it would fall short of the target. Instead it plunged into the chest of General Labienus's charger. The horse reared up in pain and fear, throwing the unprepared Labienus from the saddle. He landed heavily. A cheer rose from Caesar's men. "Maybe that'll help you recognize a soldier of the Tenth in the future, Labienus," the legionary called, bringing laughter from his 10th Legion comrades.[/Color] [/QUOTE]

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