I wrote a versed dedication to all men from Kríti.
My friend Thanasis wrote me back, “But what about us?
We, men from Sparta, in our bravery exceeding
All Hellas and that’s something worthy to discuss.”
My friend, I see your argument is not without merit.
I’m very glad to carry out your legitimate request.
You, legendary Spartan men, are lucky to inherit
The blood of courage in your veins, divinely blessed.
Descendants of the glorious, illustrious King Leonidas,
The famous offspring of the Hydra-slaying demigod,
The one whose celebrated feat even today is with us
And teaches us to never quit and fight with all we’ve got,
To value given word and valor more than our own lifeblood,
To face the challenges head-on and not to flee in fear,
Despite our terrors rushing in as an intimidating flash flood,
By his three hundred we are taught to stand for what is dear.
From Sparta to Thermopylae they took their final journey,
The trip of no return to hug their mothers, kids and wives,
They stood under the bronze-tipped spear and arrow flurry
And gained immortal veneration in exchange for their brief lives.
My dear Thanasi, thank you for your stimulating comments,
For making me address this carelessly neglected gap.
Hellenic men of every region are deserving of commending sonnets.
The pride and honor is in hearts, not in a point on a map.
Michele Mitrovich
January 3, 2021.
