"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 thru the perilous fight, o'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"
Will and I considered the lyrics of this song and while waiting for fireworks to start in Topeka, Kansas. We realized that fireworks are supposed to symbolize the tradgedy and horror of what war was like 250 years ago, which made the awestruck ritual of watching them seem even more strange and technicolor than usual.