Thermopylae: The Stand of Leonidas

Seventy thousand march like a living storm. But a thousand Greeks stand in

the dust and roar. Leonidas raises his blood-stained spear. Hold the line.

No Persian passes here. Stonewalls shake at the battle cries. Hot winds burn

in Thermopylae. Three hundred strong against a tide so vast. Outnumbered seventy to

one, they hold steadfast. Their shields shatter, but their will won't die.

Leonidas stands unbroken at Thermopylae.