Letter 132

To my Brother. We may concede that there are worse things than women shrieking, beating their breasts, and tearing their hair when they see the enemy or hear he is coming. Still, Plato considers it scandalous that they will not stand up like hens defending their chicks — giving the human race a reputation as the most cowardly of all animals. But that you should commit the same fault as these women — that you should be terrified out of your wits at night, jump out of bed, and run around shouting that the barbarians are already at the fortress gate — is this to be tolerated? Someone has told me this story about you. It would be quite a transformation: my brother one moment, a coward the next. For my part, at dawn I am on horseback. I scout as far out as possible, searching with eyes and ears for any sign of these cattle-thieves — I cannot dignify them with the name "enemy." I wish I had even stronger words for them. They never hold their ground against determined resistance; they only attack the timid, slaughter them like sacrificial victims, and strip them. At night, with an escort of young men, I patrol the hills and give the women a chance to sleep without fear, knowing someone is watching over them. I also have some of the Balagritae corps with me. Before Cerialis took command, these men were mounted archers. Under him, their horses were sold and they became foot archers — but even as infantry, they are useful. We need bowmen to defend our wells and the river, since water is completely lacking in the interior of our lines.

Letter 132: War [1] To his Brother We may allow that there are worse things than woman shrieking, beating their breasts, or tearing their hair when they see the enemy or when his coming is announced to them. For all that, Plato regards it as scandalous that they should not be willing to stand up like hens against the bravest in the defense of their offspring, and that they should give to the race of man the reputation of being the most cowardly of all animals. [2] However this may be, that you should commit the same fault as these women, that you should be terrified out of your wits in the night, that you should get out of bed, and go about shouting that the barbarian is already at the gate of the fortress; I ask, is this to be endured any longer? And yet someone has told me some such story about you. It would seem like a transformation to be at one moment my brother, and at another a coward. [3] For my part, at the moment of dawn I am off on horseback, I am scouting as far out as possible, searching busily wit eyes and ears for any signs of these cattle-lifters, for I cannot give the name of enemy to looters and foot-pads. I wish I could find stronger phrases still with which to characterize them. [4] They never hold their ground against determined adversaries, and they only attack the timid, whom they slaughter like victims for sacrifice, and then strip them. At night, with an escort of  young men, I patrol the hill and I give the women an opportunity of sleeping without fear, for they know that there are those who are watching over them. [5] Moreover I have with me some of the corps of the Balagritae. Before Cerialis had taken over the command of the province, these men were mounted bowmen; but when he entered upon his functions, their horses were sold and they became only archers, but even as infantry they are useful to me. We need archery in defense of our wells and of the river, as water is entirely lacking in the interior of our lines.