As the dust begins to settle and the sky darkens with every passing second of the setting sun, I feel the icy grip of death closing around my body. As a Spartan I was destined to either perish upon the battlefield next to my brothers in arms or return to my city a victorious warrior; I had no other occupation to be concerned over, I am first and foremost a warrior. My approaching death will bring honor to my family as well as to the Spartan name, for that I am proud. My demise upon the battlefield was destined, therefore I have accepted my fate with honor and know I will be buried among my brothers in arms. As I lay upon the blood-soaked ground, I have yet to understand how the Persians come to the conclusion to deem themselves worthy of being called soldiers for it is clear to see they are weak and
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Even a dozen Persians would not be fit to take the role of a single Spartan. While Persians commonly drop their shields and scurry home, Spartans remain. We are true men; we are fearless.
To create an infallible soldier, there first must be a flawless newborn. Since every man is created to serve in the military, men are physically robust and healthy; the same physical standards are upheld for women as well. Women remain healthy in hopes of giving birth to a physically flawless child (RGH p. 37). Every newborn is inspected by the Spartan officials and deemed worthy, or dreadfully unworthy, of becoming a proper soldier for the city (BHAG p.104). By the grace of the Gods it was decided that I was fit to serve and so I was placed upon the path to become an elite warrior. From the young age of seven I was taken from the warmth and safety of my mother’s arms and thrust into a strict military schedule designed to obliterate individuality whilst
Even a dozen Persians would not be fit to take the role of a single Spartan. While Persians commonly drop their shields and scurry home, Spartans remain. We are true men; we are fearless.
To create an infallible soldier, there first must be a flawless newborn. Since every man is created to serve in the military, men are physically robust and healthy; the same physical standards are upheld for women as well. Women remain healthy in hopes of giving birth to a physically flawless child (RGH p. 37). Every newborn is inspected by the Spartan officials and deemed worthy, or dreadfully unworthy, of becoming a proper soldier for the city (BHAG p.104). By the grace of the Gods it was decided that I was fit to serve and so I was placed upon the path to become an elite warrior. From the young age of seven I was taken from the warmth and safety of my mother’s arms and thrust into a strict military schedule designed to obliterate individuality whilst