So the story goes, a Hungarian-born softly spoken son of a military man (he was even named after the god of war ‘mars’) was begrudgingly enrolled in the Roman army. Reluctant to be anywhere near this type of violence, much preferring to study the word of god, he positioned himself in the guard’s role. One cold Novemb…
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