Barely a year ago. Long I pondered my King’s cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise. But from free Greek to free Greek the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his three hundred 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 and gripping tight their hides with icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of three hundred. Yet they stare now across the plain at ten thousand Spartans commanding thirty thousand free Greeks. The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one. Good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine. Give thanks men, to Leonidas and the brave three hundred. To victory!
