A lovely Christmas story by Chris. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
The young legionary had had a bad day.
After a night of rowdy drinking, he had forgotten the standard for his regiment.
And had left it overnight in the little town of Bethlehem.
The officer in charge of the regiment was thankfully merciful.
Instead of court martialing the young legionary for his most serious offense, he just sent the young legionary back to Bethlehem to retrieve it.
Although being sent back to Bethlehem was punishment enough the young legionary figured.
For Bethlehem had to be the most god forsaken place on this earth.
“Have fun in Bethlehem, Pompey,” his fellow legionaries had said to him.
Pompey was his nickname.
Pompey of course had been the name of the Roman general who had lost to Julius Caesar in the Roman civil war.
It was an inside joke that earned the young legionary his nickname.
As Pompey set out from Jerusalem towards…
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