Disclaimer: I Don't own Transformers or the Star Spangled Banner
The sun was rising on the death and destruction all around them, it was hard hard to believe that hours ago this City was standing not piles of rubble.
The Autobots watch as the humans ran around underneath, them tending their injured, particulaly watching Sam and the one called Lennox look for a safe place for those who had been injured in their war.
They were scouting the area when Sam let out a strangled half sob half laugh, Lennox turned to him worried, "What is it? decepticon?" Sam answered by pointing a shaky finger upwards.
The Autobots wached as Sam Pointed a shaking finger towards a peice of fabric hanging from a pole it had no meaning to them but it must to the humans as they moved toward it even had an effect on th injured as the demanded they be helped up to see it. As the Soldiers gathered around the fabric, as if by some unspoken command Sam and Lennox started singing they were quikly joined by the rest of the Soldiers.
" Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that are flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of th deep,
Where the foes haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflecte, now shines on the stream:
'T is the star-spangled banne: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the wars desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us as a nation!
Then conquer we must, when are cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"
(By Francis Scott Key)
The Autobots looked at the humans at there feet, they just minetes ago looked tired and worn out now looked fresh and invigerated could one song do that to war hardened men? The Autobots thought back on the lyrics.
Yes,Yes such powerful lyrics could lift the the mood.
A/N I hope you like this it's been in my head wouldn't leave me alone. Any way Review please! no Flames.
