Beserkers (or beserks) were norse wariors who are reported in the Old Norse Literature to have fought in a nearly uncontrollable, trance like fury, a characteristic which later gave rise to the English word beserk. Most historians believe that beserkers worked themselves into a rage before battle, but some think they might have consumed drugged foods.
The name berserker arose from their reputed habit of wearing a kind of shirt or coat (Old Norse: serkr) made from the pelt of a bear (Old Norse: ber) during battle. The term comes from old Norwegian berserkr, meaning bear shirt.

The earliest surviving reference to the term “beserker” is in Haraldskvæði, a skaldic poem composed by Thórbiörn Hornklofi in the late 9th Century in honour of King Harald Fairhair as ulfheðnar. However King Harald Fairnair was not the only king who made use of these berserker shock troops. Other Scandinavian kings used berserkers as part of their army and even occasionally ranked them to the equivalence of a royal bodyguard.

King Harald, in an illustration from the 14th century Flateyjarbók


The translation from the Haraldskvæði saga describes Harald’s Beserkers:

I'll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,
Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,
Those who wade out into battle?
Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle
They bear bloody shields.
Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.
They form a closed group.
The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men
Who hack through enemy shields

The Icelandic historian and poet Snorri Sturluson (1179–1241) wrote the following description of berserkers in his Ynglinga saga:
His (Odin's) men rushed forwards without armour, were as mad as dogs or wolves, bit their shields, and were strong as bears or wild oxen, and killed people at a blow, but neither fire nor iron told upon them. This was called Berserkergang
Other sources have been found to describe several other characteristics, such as Snorri’s assertion that “neither fire nor iron told upon them”, as well as by other sources who state that neither edged weapons nor fire affected these berserkers, although they were not immune to clubs or other blunt objects, as can be seen in the following extract:
...men asked Halfdan to attack Hardbeen and his champions man by man; and he not only promised to fight, but assured himself the victory with most confident words. When Hardbeen heard this, a demoniacal frenzy suddenly took him; he furiously bit and devoured the edges of his shield; he kept gulping down fiery coals; he snatched live embers in his mouth and let them pass down into his entrails; he rushed through the perils of crackling fires; and at last, when he had raved through every sort of madness, he turned his sword with raging hand against the hearts of six of his champions. It is doubtful whether this madness came from thirst for battle or natural ferocity. Then with the remaining band of his champions he attacked Halfdan, who crushed him with a hammer of wondrous size, so that he lost both victory and life; paying the penalty both to Halfdan, whom he had challenged, and to the kings whose offspring he had violently ravished...
In 1015, Jarl Eiríkr Hákonarson of Norway outlawed berserkers. Grágás, the medieval Icelandic law code, sentenced berserker warriors to outlawry. By the 12th century, organised berserker war-bands had disappeared.

For 10 years, Abdullah Sengul was a night-watchman for one of Turkey’s most controversial archaeological dig: the exploration of the 1800 year old Roman Spa complex of Allianoi. But now, the rising waters of the Yortanli irrigation Dam signals the very end of this wonderful cultural legacy.
Last year, September 2010, the ruins were covered in sand, and on December 31, the waters began to rise. Eventually, these amazing ruins will lie beneath 30 metres of water. For Ahmet Yaras, who worked as head archaeologist at Allianoi, the significance of the ruins, coupled with how little of them was explored, makes their disappearance a crime. “One of the most important of humankind’s common cultural heritage sites is going into the darkness of history without us gaining any real knowledge about it,” he said.
The ruins were discovered in 1998 during exploratory digging in preparation for the dam. As the dig progressed, Yaras and his team uncovered a maze of covered passages, courtyards, columned atriums and pristine mosaics. In an ancient hospital that they determined had been used by the 2nd Century doctor Galen, one of the most famous medical researchers of antiquity, some 400 bronze medical implements were discovered.
Perhaps the most remarkable thing was Allianoi’s almost perfect state of preservation. According to Yaras, two earthquakes in the century after the complex was built caused the site to be abandoned and covered in earth. “Allianoi is as significant as the Roman baths at Baden-Baden in Germany, Bath in England, and some big baths in Italy, but it was the only one that was very well preserved,” he said. “We couldn’t make the government understand this significance.”
Although the Ministry of Culture designated Allianoi as a protected archaeological dig in 2000, the government’s support for the dam project never wavered. Senior figures often made clear their impatience with defenders of the ruins.  
I see the side of both parties, I understand that the Dam must be built for economic benefits to all, but as a lover of history, I feel angry and sad that such a beautifully preserved site will disappear.
The approximately 2,000-year-old Roman-era bridge will be totally submerged when the flood waters finish rising.
An aerial view of the Allianoi Roman site prior to it being filled in with sand

Now that the floodgates of the Yortanli irrigation dam have been shut, the waters are starting to fill the fields of the valley

The Roman baths prior to being filled in with sand

Inside a hastily abandoned home a bed, cupboards and neatly placed shoes of the former owner still remain.

By the end of the year the ruins will remain under 30 meters of water

Recently I have been reading a few history novels, and being the romantic that I am, it got me thinking about how love is supposed to be universal, so it has to be timeless. So where did the first love letter come from? Who wrote it?  So I set about researching actual stories of love from medieval times (and before), and I came upon the world’s oldest love letter. Simply put, it’s beautiful, and no one in modern times ever puts their feelings and heart on paper for the world to see, never mind putting it on stone.


The oldest love letter found to date was founded in 2200BC on the Niffer Valley in Iraq. The letter was written by a high priestess named Inanna Sumerian, to her husband the King, on their wedding night. It is now known that it was a tradition that the bride writes a romantic poem to her husband on the night they were to be married. The letter was written in the Sumerian language, which at first stumped archaeologists as they could not translate it. Only after 58 years of its discovery could the letter finally be translated by a Sumerian language expert, Muazzez Avalanche. And this is what is said…

Bridegroom, dear to my heart,
Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet,
Lion, dear to my heart,
Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet.
You have captivated me,
Let me stand tremblingly before you.
Bridegroom, I would be taken by you to the bedchamber,
You have captivated me,
Let me stand tremblingly before you.
Lion, I would be taken by you to the bedchamber.
Bridegroom, let me caress you,
My precious caress is more savory than honey,
In the bedchamber, honey-filled,
Let me enjoy your goodly beauty,
Lion, let me caress you,
My precious caress is more savory than honey.
Bridegroom, you have taken your pleasure of me,
Tell my mother, she will give you delicacies,
My father, he will give you gifts.
Your spirit, I know where to cheer your spirit,
Bridegroom, sleep in our house until dawn,
Your heart, I know where to gladden your heart,
Lion, sleep in our house until dawn.
You, because you love me,
Give me pray of your caresses,
My lord god, my lord protector,
My Shu-Sin, who gladdens Enlil’s heart,
Give my pray of your caresses.
Your place goodly as honey, pray lay your hand on it,
Bring your hand over like a gishban-garment,
Cup your hand over it like a gishban-sikin-garment.



I am so very excited to start sharing the wonders of history with all of you! This blog, which I hope will be VERY successful, will have everything to do with history, the people, their stories, lives, news, philosophies, ancient artifacts ...you name it!
I will strive to make this blog as exciting as I possibly can (no modern history here, so if you want to read about WW1 & 2 and about Pearl Harbour etc...sorry). I haven't really tried blogging before this, so I hope that you all enjoy this, follow me and comment! I promise...it'll make my day!