I had been reading Michael Grant's The Founders of the Western World, and enjoying it immensely, but it has been temporarily set aside due to outside circumstances. While surfing the net, I stumbled across a riveting account of heroism at Michael Yon's blog.
Those pictures tell an amazing story. See that guy right there at the very pointy end of the stick? The light colonel? He is leading. That's Six Actual right out there at the tip of the spear. Absolutely unbelievable stuff.
Anyway, reading that caused me to put Grant's book down for the moment, and pull Steven Pressfield's Gates of Fire off the shelf for a re-read. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it...