I have a better idea.
Yeah. That's right. Bourbon story time.
The topic of the bourbon story time?
Hoplites. Fuckmothering Greek Hoplites.
Hop-lee-tays.
Just pronounce hoplites in your heads as hop-lee-tays, and you'll be like 10x cooler than before.
Let's look at the hoplites you're all actually familiar with: Spartans from 300.
You're right. And I'll get to them. Because they're a real and important part of the Greek army. But first, I want to say this: 300 did not do the Spartans justice.
Those statues from Greece? The physiques called unreal?
That was what they fought in.
60-100 pounds is the total combined weight of our modern US soldiers' kit just marching around.
These guys were literally muscled bronze gods. Having a Greek hoplite bearing down on you was like having a statue of bronze about to drop a world of hurt on your scrawny barbarian just got yanked out of your shitfarm fields a month ago ass.
Our media, movies tv shows all that shit, its done us a huge disservice by completely skewing our vision of how battles actually functioned back then.
For example did you know casualties were actually LOW in fights?
Facing an army of bronze muscle gods with a wall of spears that you can't kill? Fuck. THAT.
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