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|Flavius the Soldier
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The Story of Flavius:
Flavius scanned the day’s scrolls intently. Name, lineage, place of residence were all recorded in clear Latin. Turning to the summary scroll, Flavius’ eyes narrowed. A mistake in addition stared him right in the face. Unrolling father, he saw the names of towns misspelled and omissions in the list of tribes. “Marcus!” he muttered under his breath.
Striding through the camp, Flavius found his youngest soldier playing dice with two friends. One look at Flavius’ grim expression and the game was over.
“Tell me, Marcus, why are we conducting this census?”
“Because Caesar has commanded it?” A fine sweat glistened on the eighteen year old’s face.
“Very good. Caesar has commanded it, and therefore it must be done correctly. The summaries must be complete, and they must match the amount of tax collected.” Rolling out the document, Flavius pointed out the errors. “You will redo this summary and have it for me by first light tomorrow. Do not report for meals; you will not be served.”
“Sir!” Marcus protested. “I joined the army to fight, not tally columns of figures.”
“Whatever a Roman soldier does, he does well,” Flavius said sternly. “I have built bridges, guarded prisoners and patrolled roads from here to Gaul. Everything that I have done helped promote the proper functioning of the Empire. The clerical work that you disdain provides the accounting for the taxes that finance fortresses, amphitheaters and the like. Don’t worry about getting a chance to fight. Judea is one of the troublesome provinces; that’s why we have legions permanently posted here.” Flavius shook his head. “Say the wrong thing, or offer the wrong kind of food, and a riot will start.”
“I agree with you, sir. Their God…why they only have one, I don’t understand.”
“Nor I, and I’ve been stationed here four years. But enough about the Jews. I will receive the summary tomorrow, Marcus, and it will be correct. You have the makings of a good soldier, Marcus. That is why I am keeping your errors quiet and not reporting them to the centurion.”
Flavius smiled wryly. “I remember I was impatient too, at your age. I wanted deeds, not words. I wanted to win laurel wreaths and march in triumphal processions. You will have your chance for glory, Marcus. But you must be prepared when it presents itself. Discipline is the key. Develop discipline, and you will go far. You will thank me in times to come. I will leave you to your task.”