These are my first hundred days as a Roman Centurion

Stationed on Hadrian's wall, ordered, to keep out the Picks 

I wondered could it be that bad on their side 

This place is the pits, it freezes my balls off 

It will remain a mystery why the Romans wore sandals 

There are more mosquitoes here than along the River Nile 

The horrible little things are constantly flying up my skirt 

What dick of a general insisted that Romans wear skirts 

Now to prove they are tough the picks wear kilts 

Where will we be when men don't wear, the pants?

F/N: I just thought I'd have a little fun with our hindered by a hundred-word challenge and confine my Centurion to ten lines of ten, and keep a hundred words in battle formation, and will be disappointed if the women don't comment on the last line.