taps Title: Taps
Author: Pyro
Pairings: ?
Disclaimers and notes: This story was inspired by the origin of the song Taps. It got me in a meloncholy mood and I had to share. I don't own the G-boys, i just play with them.


The setting sun dyed the fields with a wash of gold and red light. As the giant glowing sphere sank out of sight,and the sky was painted with hues of blue and purple, a lone bugler stood on the wall-walk. Slowly. ceremonially, he raised his trumpet, and began to play. The slight wind that was blowing changed direction and carrried the soft, sad strains towards a hill where five boys dressed in black waited patiently for the night. As the music reached their ears, one stood up and began to sing, in a soft, clear voice.
"Day is done
Gone the sun
From the Lakes,
From the Hills,
From the Sky.
All is well,
Safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fading Light
Dims the sight,
And a star
Gems the sky
Gleaming bright.
From afar,
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky.
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh."

"Duo, I didn't know there were words to that tune."
"Yeah, Quatre, there are."
" I wonder who wrote it."
"Sister Helen was something of a History buff, and she told me the story and taught me all the words."
" So what's the story, Duo?"
" Well, it goes like this.
In 1862, during the United State's Civil War, Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was staioned with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. On the other side of this narrow strip of land was the Confederate Army. During the night, the Captain heard the moans of a dying soldier. Without knowing whose side the soldier was on, he decided to risk his own life to save the wounded man. Crawling through the gunfire, the Captain reached the soldier and began pulling the wounded man back towards camp. When he reached his camp, the Captain discovered that the man was a Confederate soldier, and he was already dead. When the Captain lit a lantern, his breath caught in his throat. Stunned and hearbroken, he gazed upon the still face of his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. He enlisted with the Confederate army and didn't tell his father.
The following morning, the Captain asked his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite enemy status. His request was partially granted. Instead of being allowed a full Army Band to play at the funeral, he could only have one musician. The Captain picked a bugler,and had him play some notes that were written on a scrap of paper he found in his son's uniform. That tune came to be known as "Taps"."
" Duo?"
" Yeah, Heero?"
"Do you think anyone will play taps for us when we die?"
" I hope so, Heero."