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Spartan
Spartan Some men are born to play, and some… are not. To them life is without common joy, at least the kind others partake. But it is instead more tempered with the metal of red blood; courage, bravery, loyalty, tenacity! Laughter abounds when their families are safe. Love for their women, their children… Time for their friends, their communities, And above all… their God. Yet stirred to need, the winds of war… Call their names… all of them. They gather young and old, every man fierce. Ready to die, before they lifted their sword. Ready to give without… reserve. No question as to how or when… only who… The enemies that dare to come against wolves? Children born for no other reason than to protect and serve. Gather…beware… The enemies that compare themselves to real men, willing to kill? Have no true idea of what is coming… The commander calls, loudly, gruffly… “Here we fight and here we die, and then we live forever!” (the men cheer loudly, pounding their mighty spears against their shields) Then he faced the darkness. “Know this… scourge and scum of the earth… Our God, our country, our families… our dogs… Will celebrate on your graves, and dance into the night!” Carved in stone; No retreat… Surrender is not a word.
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