Thursday, June 21, 2007

Papa Hemingway's Dispatch from Thermopylae

He was laconic, he knew that. He had been born in Lacedaemonia so he had no choice. Some people talk about choice, but he had chosen. A wounded bull will know when it is time.

His name was Leonadis and it was dawn. His men knew about death in the afternoon. Today he would teach and then he would learn about dying at dawn.

He picked up his old shield. It was a good shield. Then he picked up his spear. There were shields that were new and good, and there were spears that were old and bad. His shield and his spear were both old and both good. That felt right..............

Sorry, I couldn't help it. Another in a continuing series.

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