Once again we were called to fight the barbaric Persians. This time, it was in the middle of our festival. So, we said we would join them after our festival. However, King Leonidas, thought we should send some men to help. So he, and 300 of our soldiers(including me) were going to Thermopylae to help the rest of the Greeks.

We got there a few days later. The generals held a council to determine the strategies they would be using in the upcoming battle. Many Greeks from other city-states were there. Over 5,000 greeks from other city-states were there. After a few days, Xerxes decided to try to attack. The Persians almost got us. Their arrows, just as they said, would block out the sun. Somehow, we managed to stay in formation( like a big, solid brick) and pushed them back to their boats. That night we drank to victory. Then, the next day, we did the same strategy all over again. We ended up winning and not taking many losses.

King Leonidas told us and 5,000 other warriors were going to stay and the rest were returning to Athens to protect the city. The next day we waited on the skinny, passage keeping the Persians from reaching the rest of Greece. The Persians came and we broke formation to fight. Soon after, I saw that King Leonidas was dead. I and another soldier ran to him and protected our king's body. As far as I can remember, I was the last of 300 Spartans alive. As soon as I hesitated once, I felt a sword slash across my throat. I started choking on my own blood that was coming up and out. I say my final silent goodbyes to my family as I choke. I fall to the ground, and soon the blackness overcomes me and fall into the peaceful arms of death.