The Heruli (spelled variously in Latin and Greek) were an East Germanic tribe who migrated from Scandinavia to the Black Sea in the third century AD. They were part of the series of raids and incursions carried out by Gothic groups in the Balkans and Greece from the 250s AD.
In 267 AD, together with the Goths they sacked and razed Byzantium, Sparta and Athens. They were defeated by the Romans in 269 AD at or near Naissus (modern Niš in present-day Serbia). In the 4th century, they were subjugated by the Ostrogoths and later the Huns. Breaking free from the Huns after the Battle of Nedao in 454 AD, they established their own kingdom and joined Odoacer, the commander of the Imperial foederati troops who deposed the last Western Roman Emperor Romulus Augustus in 476 AD. In 508 they were defeated by the Lombards and are reported to have migrated back to Scandinavia. Their name is related to earl (see erilaz) and was probably an honorific military title.
The 6th-century AD chronicler Jordanes reports a tradition that they had been driven out of their homeland by the North Germanic Dani, which places their origins in the Danish isles or southernmost Sweden. According to Procopius, they maintained close links with their kinsmen in Thule (Scandinavia). He relates that the Heruls killed their own king during their stay in the Balkans (cf. Domalde) and that they sent an emissary to Thule requesting a new king. Their request was granted, and a new king arrived with 200 young men.
Marmee
'My dear husband…'
Write a letter, be inventive.
Tell you everything is fine.
Be attentive to the distance.
Send my love with every line.
Every word should bring you closer
And caress you with its tone.
Nothing should remind you
That I am here alone.
I can't tell you what I'm feeling.
I can't talk about the war.
How the pealing of the church bells
Brings the battle to our doors.
I don't know which part is harder,
What I know or what's unknown,
Or raising little women
When I am here alone.
Counting Days,
Praying for news,
Is this the life
We meant to choose?
Do you know how much I miss you
At this hour of the day?
How I wish you were the twilight
Come to take my fears away.
Can I manage four young women?
I'm not certain I know how.
Will I be there when they need me?
Do I fail them even now?
I wish that you were with me,
Wish that I could bring you home.
The night seems so much longer
Now that I am here alone.