![]() For from free Greek to free Greek, the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, laid down their lives, not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds! Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes' hordes face obliteration! Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Barely a year ago, long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be, may all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones: Go tell the Spartans, passer-by, that here, by Spartan law, we lie. His wish was simple: "Remember us," he said to me. No monuments, no poems of war and valour. "Remember why we died." For he did not wish tribute or song. "Remember us." As simple an order as a king can give. ![]()
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