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04-28-2008, 11:46
Battle of Veii
Marcus Furius Camilus sat with a visible vein throbbing in his right temple cursing in an ancient tongue and waving his hands. Rome had the magnificent city of Veii under siege, for doth long time now it had not-eth fallen (Livy: verse 10: chapter Paul –Ab Urbe Condita).
Camilus rose with the vigour of a young man to background music often heard in churches, “by gringo I have got it! Yes, why don’t we build a tunnel?” And with that a tunnel was made.
On a black, black night the Romans prepared to capture Veii, Camius made a prayer to the Godly protectors: "Pythian Apollo, guided and inspired by thy will I go forth to destroy the city of Veii, and a tenth part of its spoils I devote to thee. Thee too, Queen Juno, who now dwellest in Veii, I beseech, that thou wouldst follow us, after our victory, to the City which is ours and which will soon be thine, where a temple worthy of thy majesty will receive thee.” Awe inspiring. Like a calamitous baboon he made the signal to go, shakes of disco-fever by Three Romans and a Guitar.
The poor Veientines did not stand a chance, not with the greedy Gods on the side of the Romans, they threw down their swords, threw up their arms and proceeded to panic like blind dwarfs in Mordor.
It did not take long before the victorious Camilus was drunk where he then decided to make a speech. He was an embarrassment, he fell on his arse and started choking on a gold coin. (Plato: Verse 10: chapter Plato – Meno)
Marcus Furius Camilus sat with a visible vein throbbing in his right temple cursing in an ancient tongue and waving his hands. Rome had the magnificent city of Veii under siege, for doth long time now it had not-eth fallen (Livy: verse 10: chapter Paul –Ab Urbe Condita).
Camilus rose with the vigour of a young man to background music often heard in churches, “by gringo I have got it! Yes, why don’t we build a tunnel?” And with that a tunnel was made.
On a black, black night the Romans prepared to capture Veii, Camius made a prayer to the Godly protectors: "Pythian Apollo, guided and inspired by thy will I go forth to destroy the city of Veii, and a tenth part of its spoils I devote to thee. Thee too, Queen Juno, who now dwellest in Veii, I beseech, that thou wouldst follow us, after our victory, to the City which is ours and which will soon be thine, where a temple worthy of thy majesty will receive thee.” Awe inspiring. Like a calamitous baboon he made the signal to go, shakes of disco-fever by Three Romans and a Guitar.
The poor Veientines did not stand a chance, not with the greedy Gods on the side of the Romans, they threw down their swords, threw up their arms and proceeded to panic like blind dwarfs in Mordor.
It did not take long before the victorious Camilus was drunk where he then decided to make a speech. He was an embarrassment, he fell on his arse and started choking on a gold coin. (Plato: Verse 10: chapter Plato – Meno)