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no_heroism-1-
[The legion marches through friendly territory, and so gets cheers from crowds of peasants as they pass. While passing through one such village, a young boy ran up to Gaius and asked him if a soldier's life was the grandest life of all. You didn't catch what Gaius's response was, but it left the kid in tears as he ran away.]
Kids get into this business with all KINDS of stupid ideas.
-2-
[Everyone's celebrating coming back from campaign by spending their weeks of back pay and plunder at a tavern. Good drink and good food are everywhere. Just as it seemed like it was going to be an entirely pleasant evening, Gaius decided he was going to sing a popular marching song in the army.]
LIttle bird with a yellow bill
SAT upon my window sill...
[The song has fifty-two verses of varying levels of creativity and dirtyness, and Gaius doesn't hit notes or even scare them as he goes by. Someone better stop him.]
-3-
[In the thick of battle, there's one of those weird little lulls in the combat. The push and pull of war has resulted in the enemy line being about twenty feet back from yours, and both sides are taking advantage to crush flies, catch their breath, or grab a quick drink from their canteen. Across from you, Gaius wipes his forehead clear of sweat and blood (from a little cut on his scalp.) and makes brief eye contact.]
You're too much bloody work to fight. Sure you don't want to surrender?
[The legion marches through friendly territory, and so gets cheers from crowds of peasants as they pass. While passing through one such village, a young boy ran up to Gaius and asked him if a soldier's life was the grandest life of all. You didn't catch what Gaius's response was, but it left the kid in tears as he ran away.]
Kids get into this business with all KINDS of stupid ideas.
-2-
[Everyone's celebrating coming back from campaign by spending their weeks of back pay and plunder at a tavern. Good drink and good food are everywhere. Just as it seemed like it was going to be an entirely pleasant evening, Gaius decided he was going to sing a popular marching song in the army.]
LIttle bird with a yellow bill
SAT upon my window sill...
[The song has fifty-two verses of varying levels of creativity and dirtyness, and Gaius doesn't hit notes or even scare them as he goes by. Someone better stop him.]
-3-
[In the thick of battle, there's one of those weird little lulls in the combat. The push and pull of war has resulted in the enemy line being about twenty feet back from yours, and both sides are taking advantage to crush flies, catch their breath, or grab a quick drink from their canteen. Across from you, Gaius wipes his forehead clear of sweat and blood (from a little cut on his scalp.) and makes brief eye contact.]
You're too much bloody work to fight. Sure you don't want to surrender?
