AmericaxReader- When the Angels Raise their Voices
"Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound," you move your lips to the sorrowful strains of the song, no sound escaping your lips. "That saved a wretch like me." Tears fill your eyes.
'This is wrong.' You think, your mind flashing back….
"Oh, say! Can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight!" sang a bawdy voice from outside the sick tents. You rose from your kneeling position by one of the cots and marched outside.
"For heaven's sake, what's all this racket?!" You demanded of the singer.
"I am just encouraging my men, ma'am." The figure grinned at you, blue eyes twinkling. He attempted to smooth down the ridiculous cowlick in his light brown hair. "I was just thinkin' that maybe my amazing voice might encourage them to get out of bed and back on the battlefield."
"These men are ill, sir. They need rest, not encouragement."
"You mean it should be quiet when they die." He st