| | Dear Mother,
Things have been pretty boring here; just the routine life of garrison duty. We patrol around the city to exert our presence and to let the locals know who is in charge. They pretty much fall into two categories; those who hate and fear us, and those who hate us and are openly defiant. There aren't very many of the latter, at least not to our faces. We caught one the other day, a particularly nasty thief and murderer named Barabas. Everyone, Roman and Jew alike, was happy to see him off the street. He was delivered to be interrogated in hopes of getting some information on this fledgling rebellion. I've seen a few "interrogations" since I've been here and the less said the better. Our interrogators can swing a whip and scourge with the best of them. Anyway, Barabas is sure to be crucified.
There is talk in the streets about some guy going around the countryside healing the sick and even bringing the dead back to life. What an ignorant lot these people are, believing something like that! They have this legend about some kind of hero who is going to come and set up a kingdom where they will reign over us. Can you believe that? One man is supposed to take on the whole Roman Empire and prevail?! Just let him try. We'll have a bunch of body parts for the dead raiser to try and put back together.
On another note, I did meet Pontius Pilate. Mother, I hope
you aren’t pinning your hopes for the family’s name and fortune on him. As the
locals would say, he’s not the brightest candle in the menorah. Trust me
mother; history won’t remember a thing this guy ever says or does.
Your loving son,
Octavius
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| | Posted 2/26/2007 3:52 PM - 3 views - 2 comments
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