When
a man seats before his eyes the bronze face of his helmet and steps off
from the line of departure, he divides himself, as he divides his 'ticket',
in two parts. That part which takes delight in his children, which lifts
his voice in chorus, which clasps his wife to him the the sweet darkness
of their bed.
"That half of him, the best part, a man sets aside and leaves behind. He banishes from his heart all feelings of tenderness and mercy, all compassion and kindness, all thought or concept of the enemy as a man, a human being like himself. He marches into battle bearing only the second portion of himself, the baser measure, that half which knows slaughter and butchery and turns the bind eye to quarter. he could not fight at all if he did not do this"
Leonidis.......Spartan
King
"That half of him, the best part, a man sets aside and leaves behind. He banishes from his heart all feelings of tenderness and mercy, all compassion and kindness, all thought or concept of the enemy as a man, a human being like himself. He marches into battle bearing only the second portion of himself, the baser measure, that half which knows slaughter and butchery and turns the bind eye to quarter. he could not fight at all if he did not do this"
Leonidis.......Spartan
King
