I, I have to die tomorrow I
that tomorrow I die, I write these words in light of a flashlight waiting for daybreak. Contemplate the splendor of the stars and their sparkle is very different from the darkness that envelops the bodies that lay before me, the same as tinged with red slime that trampled and whose acrid stench disgusts me as much as the knowledge that tomorrow I will be one of them. I Agathocles, Spartan soldier, I'm guarding the pass of Thermopylae. So now we have surrounded this place and that will be my tomb and to think my stomach is contracted cold, as if the chill of death would have invaded my body. For this I write with care and making my hands no longer tremble and feel that my fears fade away. No, I will not attempt to escape before darkness rather write and speak these words to me when I'm dead. They will explain why I accept my destiny, so that they will give account of the reasons of those who await death here. Us, the Spartans of the guard of King Leonidas, he says we are righteous, that we were chosen from among those who most despised the riches and luxury, and we never bribes from gold, but I tell you that those who says this mind. In Corinth we saw for the first time gold and silver in plenty and we lash out on them eager to loot, but soon saw his brother to fight his brother for a silver cup, or men who had fought side by side, argue for a slave girl with green eyes. Leonidas saw us and called us possessed by greed in the agora. The scale of what had touched the ground and said, "here is my hand, kill yourself for it!" We, the three hundred men of his guard, we are ashamed and we get rid of our wealth in the same way. Since that night we left the palaces of marble and slept outside the city under our linen curtains. All men of the army of Sparta praised us and said, "these are just men that can not be bribed." But they divided our gold and we do not care because we saw the price of opulence and it seemed so high that not even one of the three hundred had the courage to leave the city. So, when we recognized Xerxes, on the hill, dressed in silk tied with precious stones, despised him. Of course, that evening gave us a cart loaded with gold, leaving free the passage we heard again and the worm of greed within us and I think that everyone found something to be desired than riches and to abandon the past and live, but Leonidas stood in front of us. He knows us and we did not speak of honor, glory, or homeland, he knew that this time those words were hollow to our ears in front of the word life. "Maybe someone still wants to live in Corinth - said - Who wants to can take part and leave me. To whom he will recommend to load a lot of gold to forget the faces of friends and leaves behind daughters'll need even more to forget the blood of those who will die for his treachery beyond the pitch. "This he said and then looked silence and no one moved and none of us threw their weapons and for a moment, just for a moment, we are delighted to be there with the king n Ostro. This happened and who says otherwise, deserves to die! Us, the Spartans of the guard of King Leonidas, it says that we are men of great value, that we do not fear death, and despise the blade of the rmi enemies. I, I tell you that anyone who says this mind because to see the deployment of the enemy, bristling with weapons, you squeeze the heart and afraid of the knife edge and the pain of his wounds, but much of this pain that we fear the contempt of his fights on our side, the shame of woman who waits for our return or rejection of the old who once fought for us. Throughout this struggle dominate our fears and owned by a wild rage that shines in our eyes, but the look is not hatred for the enemy, but of fear in knowing that he seemed always walks with us and that anyone can be the next. So it is and whoever says otherwise, deserves to die! Us, the Spartans of the guard of King Leonidas, it says that we are loyal men and fight for the freedom of the Greek people, for justice and the law, but in truth I tell you that anyone who says this mind. Tomorrow at dawn take up our shields and, having held the spears, you will hear our songs of war ring out in the past and charges against the barbarian hordes. I will go forward, side by side, taking my place in the tight phalanx and feel the warmth and sunlight, the smell of iron, the sweat of men, knowing that all this will do for the last time. And my spear will be covered with blood and kill ten barbarians, or a hundred, or thousand, but it will serve little because my belly is pierced by the spears of the enemy and die, but I will not Freedom of the Greeks, nor for justice and the law and even die for Sparta. I will die for not seeing me slave, dragging the chain of servitude to the deserts of Media; die to avenge Agesilaus, my friend, who I saw last fall pierced by an arrow Egyptian; Anchiloco die along with that I covered the side with his shield ten companies, and tomorrow it will cover me for the last time, I will die for Leonidas, who leads us to death, but to which we are grateful that first made us men! Tomorrow, when the night fall, the guard of King Leonidas will remain just a bunch of dead bodies and then a handful of bones and then nothing. Perhaps then, when it will be forgotten name of Sparta, and even the vast empire of the king of kings will cede to oblivion, some will remember our sacrifice and our death to see that we were just brave and loyal and all that were not able to be in life and then say: "Spartans guard of King Leonidas died a long time ago, but their memory remains immortal." So it will be and who says otherwise, deserves to die!
One of three hundred.
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