Greetings from Egypt brother.
The sun here is killing me!!! There is no respite from the heat. It’s made even worse during shifts with the helmet and armour on. It makes me wonder how (or why) we conquered these people but then I just take a look around and the ‘how’ is immediately answered. The answer to the question ‘why’ is a little less obvious unless you take note of the local fauna and we all know that Caesar certainly did that.
How is the legion treating you Lucius? I hope you are still rising through the ranks. You were always a much better soldier than me and father kept me aware of that fact constantly. Have you heard from old Cnaeus Martial Cloelius? I suppose it would not be a surprise to you that we are not on speaking terms. Iovita continues to write though I do not know why. I reply courteously of course but give nothing away. She and father are so close that it would not surprise me if he had taken her to his bed as soon as mother died.
I still see her you know. Sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see a blur. I used to swing my head in a fury to catch a glimpse. Then one day I did see her; an apparition, wrists slashed, blood washing the tiles and her dead eyes staring into mine. The image was gone in a moment but I don’t chase to see the spirits that plague my mind anymore. Mother used to listen to those ghosts and in the end she killed herself.
Sorry brother. I know a lot of my letters descend into such morose thoughts. It’s either dark tales or a list of my latest conquests. On the second count, I am afraid there is little to report. Since my problems in Rome, I have become a little cynical towards the fairer sex. I mean I knew the woman had a husband but I am certain that she was aware that she was married as well. The hypocrisy runs freely in Rome.
A quick drilling by my superiors, a rather nauseating sailing voyage (I swear next time I will walk the long way around even if it kills me) and here I am in one of the most exotic places (if not disgustingly smelly and hot areas) in the world. I am sure my appetites will return soon and wash away this malaise. I just feel like there should be something more. I fight for Rome, perhaps not in the way Rome wants me to fight, but I cannot help feeling that there is something more worthwhile out there.
Well I must finish up. My friends arrive soon and we mean to tear up this city tonight. A few quick scouting forays have revealed some enemy enclaves that I fully intend to raid and plunder. Look at me, military speak, father would be proud. It will certainly lift my spirits to find my own Cleopatra or even a dozen Cleopatras. And don’t worry Lucius, I fully intend to stay out of trouble.