My father told me a story once but I can't remember who they were fighting against.... nevertheless...it was about the friendship between two soldiers, and the courage that one of them had.
The soldiers names were Murgus and Daillmanius...they had trained together in the same Legion since they had both been recruited to that Legion...
Murgus was 8 years younger than Daillmanius. Daillmanius was 24, and had been in other Legions before the one he was in at the time...but Murgus had never been in any, so Murgus learned a lot from Daillmanius during their times together..
They had gotten to be best of friends, and would go pull pranks on some of the other soldiers while they were sleeping...
It was when least expected that they were called out to march...
Murgus had been excited for this moment for awhile..
Once everyone gathered their baggage and handed it over to those that'd march with it, they grabbed their own weapon, and armor, and formed their blocks...
Daillmanius could tell how anxious Murgus was, but didn't say anything to him in response to it
They marched towards enemy grounds....
It was cold, and getting near dark...
They halted just before enemy grounds..as Sir Tromonius had some words to say...
It began raining, as they moved towards enemy grounds again..
Soldiers looking forward, and glancing to the side...
They approached a stone wall..in front of the wall were soldiers sleeping against it..some getting up at the sounds of Murgus' and Daillmanius' Legion marching towards them...a cloth hanging over the stone wall caught on fire, and burned away..as a soldier from atop lit it...trumpets blared from Murgus' Legion, and theirs...carrying out signals..
Murgus wielded his gladius as he grinned at Daillmanius. Daillmanius nodded to Murgus, and wielded his own gladius.
The marched forth into the enemy lines, attacking any enemy near by...
Murgus caught site of an enemy and lunged at him, and chopped at him..the enemy had anger in his eyes...Murgus caught sliced in the shoulder, and at sight of this, Daillmanius engaged the enemy, and began attacking him...together they killed the enemy...
They chased an enemy off enemy grounds and onto their own grounds, and as they engaged it, and began attacking it...the enemy begged them to not kill him, for he knew Sir Tromonius was going to die, after the enemies lost. Daillmanius chopped the enemy causing a gaping wound to his head, and said "I can't trust you" and killed him.
Daillmanius pulled Murgus away from the light that was left...and told him if what that man said was true, they needed to go and protect Sir Tromonius, by passing that message on..Murgus nodded, and they moved back into the light, to see 5 enemies standing there...3 engaged Daillmanius' and knocked him unconscious..Murgus got away before they could engage him
Daillmanius yelled out, "You must survive, you must protect Sir Tromonius!!"
Murgus hurried to a group of soldiers awaiting enemies, tripping into the mud..he stood up and said, "No matter if we win this war or not, once Sir Tromonius goes to the other side of this wall he's going to die. They're not going to quit"
The Soldiers looked at him for a moment, and considered what he had just said. One of them grabbed Murgus, and said "Let's go!" and they ran back towards the end of the march to find Sir Tromonius..
They looked back and forth, and turned around several times looking for him....the rain had made it hard to see and the mud made it hard to move fast..
Murgus spotted Sir Tromonius, and ran towards him, with the soldier at his side..Sir Tromonius had been impaled...Murgus dragged Sir Tromonius towards their camp grounds, while the soldier kept an eye out from behind...Murgus explained to Sir Tromonius what the enemy had said to him..
Once they reached camp, Sir Tromonius told the other solder to head back, and call the rest to retreat..
Once they reached the campsite Murgus took Sir Tromonius to a healer inside a tent, and wipe his face off, and turned away....he stared at nothing...he wanted to win the war...he wanted Daillmanius to survive...he wanted to fight in a war...
"Murgus," Sir Tromonius spoke, "We may not have one the war..this time..but you saved my life. That's something to be proud of."
Murgus turned and smiled at Sir Tromonius, "I'm glad I could help you, Sir"
Murgus lived on..fought a second battle against the enemies, and they won, without Sir Tromonius getting killed, and they succeeded in gaining control over the enemies. Murgus retired from the Legion, and spent many years telling his story at taverns. He never realized what he had done...but he had done it..and those who were there, knew it..
One day he told his story to a man, his brother and his child. The man told Murgus, "..we know each other, my friend. I'm Daillmanius, and I'm very proud in your honorable savings of Sir Tromonius." Murgus' eyes grew wide, and his face grew happy, and they drank ale, and talked of old times, and laughed the rest of the night. Murgus was no longer sad, and knew he was indeed, an honorable man.