It's a fair point. Your shiny bright legion sets out in numerical splendour from Wome (it's how they actually pronounced it), and after thirty steps, Legionnaire Smitherington ffinch-Smythe stubs his toe and has to go home.
What's a legate to do? Call the whole thing off? Have a few lads shuffle round in an attempt to mask the discrepancy? Or just live with the burning shame of there being a man shaped hole in his legion?
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Date: 2004-09-07 03:13 am (UTC)What's a legate to do? Call the whole thing off? Have a few lads shuffle round in an attempt to mask the discrepancy? Or just live with the burning shame of there being a man shaped hole in his legion?