Hello, my name is Bobicus Caticus and i am a Roman soldier. As i am writing this, I am getting ready to fight the Celts. I am in the Barrads that is meant for sleeping and is ten meters wide and fifty meters long. Across from us is the headquarters, where the weapons are stored. And then the workshops. These are where the skilled craftsmen work and butchers are. In the North is the Commanders quarters. The Commmander lives with his family and servants there. Then West of the Commander are the baths.
As the times passes its getting closer and closer to the fight to win the Scotish land from the Celts. I put on my clothing and take my weapons to fight. The clothing that I put on consists of:a sagum (cloak) thats warm and waterproof, then my Lorics ( armour) that protects my back and my chest then over that is a leather jacket. Then my Caligaes(boots) that are made of cowhide and are opened toed. My scutum(sheild) is curved and rectangular that protects my shins.I put on my cassis(helmet) which is bronze with iron underneath.There is a metal peak that protectes my forehead and a cruved plate to protect my back and neck. I take my Pilum or also called a hasta(spear) that has a ten inch point at the top. When it hit a soldier it would bend so it wouldn't be able to be thrown again. And in my saccus (kit bag) I have sixty pounds of tools, kettle, food and building tools. And by my side i have my gladius(sword) which is two feet long and the handle is made of bone.
The Celts uniform has not as much protection as us Romans. There is a helmet that's made up of leather and metal, a sheild that protects the whole body, clothing that is colorful and if you could afford armour you would have it underneath your clothing. Your boots would be made of leather and for a weapon you would have a spiral point at the end of the spear. Around your neck would be a toric thats made of gold.
As were were approaching the Celts I could see their beards on their faces and their bright clothing coming towards us. I was scared, but ready for battle. I could see the fear in their eyes as we got closer and closer. I struck my sword in a Celts arm and I heard the loud shreak from his hairy face. I thought to myself that I am ready, I am ready.The screams got queiter as the battle ended. The all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain coming from my shoulder-blade. I had been hit by one of those, Celts.The last thing that I saw was the face of a red bearded, bright clothed, Celt.