e idea of this story hit me the other day and I had to start writing on it even when I promised that I would finish my other stories first. Got introduced to the Transformers series last month and have been crazy about it since. Hope you enjoy. And fair warning, I'm not an English person, and there is going to be probably a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes….sorry!

My name is Tyrell Witwicky, I was a soldier fighting in the middle east. But one day that all changed.

Helicopter, 2 miles from Qatar. The Middle East .Present Day.

I leaned back on the seat, enjoying the thought of being home again in a few days. My first tour of duty was almost over. I couldn't wait to see my mom and dad, and my little brother Sam. I wondered how much Sam had changed while I was away. From his last letter, tomorrow, was the big day, he would find out if dad will help him buy a car or not. I remembered the deal I had made with my dad about a car when I was seventeen, and knowing dad, he would pull the Porsche trick on Sam like he did me. I remembered it, it was piece of work, 1970's Chevy truck. With so much rust you couldn't tell if it was red or not. Every time you started it up it would backfire, my friends always made fun of it. I remembered Sam's face when I drove up with it, he started to have a mini melt down. I didn't want to break his heart; he probably was worried that was the kind of car that he would get. I told him that it was the one that I wanted, because it had a story behind it unlike new cars. I was hoping that dad would get him a nicer car then what I had gotten. I sold it right before I left; because I knew if it had stayed, Sam would have ended up with it. My parents had been stunned when I joined up. My mother cried for a week barley speaking to me, I knew it would break her heart, but I had wanted to be in the army since I was a kid, it was my dream. Dad was more supportive, congratulating me, even buying me a case of beer, said that if I was old enough to go to war, I was old enough to drink. Sam had been the most surprised that I was leaving, leaving him. I had always been there for him, defending him from jocks, punishing the ones that tried to beat him up. I even cheered him up when he didn't make the football team. Before I left, I gave him half the money I made from my truck for his car fund.

I was snapped out of my memories by Fig. Fig was constantly talking in Spanish and talking about his mother's home cooking. And as the days went by, he increasingly told us about it.

"Oh, god, five months of this, I can't wait to get a little taste of home. A plate of mama's alligator etouffee. "

Epps looked up from his i-pod. "Hey you've been talking about barbeque gators and crickets the last two weeks, I'm never every going over to your mama's house, Fig. I promise." Sargent Bobby Epps was a cool man, best arm in the all of the Rangers, he was a complete bad ass with a gun.

"But Bobby, Bobby gators are known to have the most succulent meat," Fig said.

"I understand," said Epps, but gave up the rest of his sentence when Fig began to speak in Spanish. Epps rolled his eyes and mimicked Epps. Everyone started telling Fig that they didn't speak Spanish.

"English, I mean how many times we… We don't speak Spanish," said Capt. William Lennox. He was the commander of our squad. He was a nice dude, when I first came over here; he showed me how to survive. Everyone respected him; he was the guy that everyone looked up to. Many of the Rangers called him dad, when he wasn't around. That's how are squad was, we were like a family. Lennox and Epps were the parents. Burke was the tough big brother, Fig and Donnelly were the annoying cousins. And since I was the youngest, everyone saw me as the little brother, protecting my back much like how I always watched Sam.

"Why do you got to ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage" and again Fig switched to Spanish.

"Go with Spanish, whatever," said Lennox, obviously tired of arguing with Fig about the Spanish thing.

I smiled listening to Fig speaking Spanish and everyone arguing about it, it was one of the best comedy scenes on the whole tour of duty. I would miss these moments when I went home, this was probably one of the last moments that the whole squad would be together. After this tour some were leaving the army. I planned on signing on for another tour.

"Hey, you remember weekends? Huh? The Sox's at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer" asked Donnelly. If we were in the Air Force, he wouldn't have gotten through, take away his coke bottle glasses and he would be blind as a bat, with red hair.

"Perfect day," said Fig he turned to look at me. "Hey Ty, you got a perfect day?"

I answered the first thing that entered my mind, "Spending the day with my family back home." The guys just laughed at my answer. But Capt. Lennox stepped in.

"I just want to hold my baby girl for the first time."

Everyone just started saying that he was going soft on them.

"Shut up" said the Capt. and everyone did. I looked at him and he just smiled at me. I was grateful that he stepped in.

"Everyone this is your Captain speaking, we will be landing shortly"

Everyone settled down as the helicopter landed on the base. Once everyone had unloaded we split up. Epps challenged people from different squads to a game of basketball.

"If any of you ladies are feelin lucky, meet me on the court" he yelled.

Some of the men headed for the showers.

Burke shoved everyone out of the way to get under the stream, making some of them complain. But no one wants to go up against Burke, the guy was about 260 and was covered with tattoos. I walked towards the tents, Lennox sat down to write down some notes when a kid, Mahfouz, from a village in the mountains came running up to Lennox.

"Lennox!"

"Hey bud, how you been"

"Fine, Water?"

"Thanks Mahfouz. You want to help me unload the gear." Mahfouz smiled happily, nodding, he loved being around Lennox.

I walked away then, Lennox sure did have a way with kids, there was no doubt in my mind that he would be a great dad to his little girl. I settled down in my tent to finish a letter to Sam that I had started before we had been sent out.

Dear Sam,

How's it going little brother, I hope you managed to get all those three A's and got all that money. Make sure you get a sweet car, so when I come home next week, we can go cruising like I promised we would. Hope that your new ride attracts the ladies like bees to honey, mine sure didn't. Especially that girl you've been pining over for years. What's her name, Mikaela Banes. Here's a tip for you, don't let Miles near her. Let her get to know you before you drop the Miles bomb, seriously, no girl wants to hear about aliens. I hope Dad isn't driving you crazy with all the new rules for the yard, and I'm telling you he will have rules. That man loves his yard. Hope mom isn't embarrassing you too much, you little baby-booty man. I hope that Mojo is better, and please don't let mom put any bling on him, it might kill the poor dude, thats what I think did poor Kojo in last year, pour terrier couldn't stand the shame of having jewelry. I can't wait to be home with you, I miss it every day. I miss the color green, everything here is brown, and even I have turned brownish. I haven't seen grass in all these months, or ice. When I get home I'm going to get a big ice-cream cone and going for a swim. Well it's about supper time; I've got to get this to the mail truck. Make sure you take care of mom and dad for me. I'll be home before you know it.

Your brother,

Tyrell.

The call for supper was going out, I hadn't realized I had taken so long in writing my letter, I ran outside, barley catching the truck as it was leaving to load up the mail plane. It was beginning to get dark, the coldness of the desert was setting in, and I could almost see my breath.

I remembered my first day here; I had sweated like a pig all day, and almost froze to death that night. I was still amazed of how the weather conditions changed so drastically in a couple of hours' time. It took almost two weeks before I got used to it. I heard from men on their second tours of duty, that it was like this back home in the states. You froze during the day and sweated like a pig at night, your body just wasn't used to it.

I snapped out of my daydreaming and started walking. I was heading for the mess tent, not knowing that everything was about to change. I glimpsed a helicopter landing, over near the control center. I thought nothing of it as I pulled back the fold for the mess tent.

Suddenly the air was filled with the sounds of gunfire.

I looked over to the control center; a weird sound had accompanied the gun shots. As I watched the helicopter I saw land started to move, and it stood up. It was a giant robot! Its hands was replaced with a cannon looking thing, and a gun. The gun arm began firing at the men; everyone was ducking for cover on the runway, when he fired the other arm. A huge blast of energy followed the shot blowing windows in the tower and blowing the jeeps away killing the humans instantly.

By that time everyone had emptied the mess hall, running for their guns. I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Captain Lennox.

"Come on, follow me." I didn't argue, as we ran past my tent I grabbed my gun and vest, barely slowing down. I followed Lennox as he ran towards the fields surrounding the base, clutching the hand of Mahfouz. Epps appeared next to us, pointing back towards the control center.

"They bombed the antenna farm, were under attack!" he yelled.

The rest of our squad appeared around us, we ran to the supply field of tanks, dodging flying bits of cars and planes on fire. Lennox pulled Mahfouz onto his back. Men were running all around us, the sound of the things cannon becoming louder. The night was brighten with each explosion. The sound of dying men all around us. We ran to the tanks, taking no time to look back.

"Hide in there" yelled Lennox, and we dove under the front part of the tanks. The robot thing began to work its way towards us. Somehow Epps had fallen behind. Epps was running towards us with a camera in one hand and his gun in the other. But the robot tried to step on him and Epps got trapped between its feet. The robot looked at him, as Epps took its flashed a bright light, like it was taking pictures. Fig fired a light grenade at the things face, blinding it, giving Epps enough time to get up and run. Epps dove for the tanks, throwing himself with us. The robot turned its back to us and we took off running, using the sand dunes as cover. By now the kid Mahfouz was leading Lennox. Behind us were the sounds of more explosions and the yells of dying men. I didn't turn back, until the thing blew up the planes, the wave of explosion knocking us off our feet.

"Get up, get up" yelled Lennox, yanking men to their feet. We ran into the night, leaving the base behind us. I looked around at our squad, there were only nine of us, ten including the kid. Nine out of the hundreds of soldiers on the base. I hoped and prayed while we ran that other men were taking refuge in the desert, that we weren't the only ones still alive.

I didn't know where we were going; the only thing I cared about was losing the robot. We went between running and walking for the next three hours. Mahfouz leading us until he became too tired to even stand anymore. Lennox scooped him up on his back again, so he could rest. We traded him between all of us; the kid was as exhausted as we felt. I felt sorry that he had to witness all that death at such a young age. I don't know how he slept.

We finally stopped for a rest when the sky in the east began to lighten, none of us talking. Lennox went around and checked everyone out. Amazingly there was no serious damage to anyone, only a few cuts and bruises. I received a cut that ran down my right check-bone; I couldn't remember when I received it.

We all managed an hour of sleep before we started traveling again, always heading toward the mountains, towards Mahfouz village. The terrain became to get rocky we had to climb over boulders, before it smoothed back out to sand. I couldn't understand why Mahfouz walked all the way to the base if his village was this far out.

It was the late morning before we stopped again, next to an old burned out tank. Epps showed everyone the picture that he had taken of the thing.

"I've never seen a weapon system like this. The thermal shows this weird aura around the exoskeleton, like its cloaked around an invisible force field" said Epps, as I looked at the picture, and he was right. It did have a funny look around it armor stuff."

"That's impossible there is nothing like invisible force field, except in like comic book stuff, right?" said Donnelly.

"My mama had the gift, you know, she could see things. I got that gene to and I have a feeling that thing that attack us, it isn't over yet," said Fig, who was fingering the cross around his neck. I knew how he felt, I had a pit in the bottom of my stomach that wouldn't go away. Fig looked at me with a knowing look. "You feel it to?" I simply nodded.

"How about you use that magic voodoo powers and get us the hell out of here, huh?," said Donnelly gripping his gun.

Epps got a strange look on his face, as he passed the camera to Lennox. "When I took that photo, I think it saw me. It looked right at me."

"Well, all I know is that we got to get this picture back to the Pentagon. They got to know what we're dealing with here" said Lennox holding up the camera.

"The radio's fried. I got no communication with aerial," said Epps.

"Mahfouz, how far away is your village?" I asked.

"Not far, just over that mountain" said Mahfouz.

"They got a phone?" I asked.

"Yes"

After a few more minutes we started off again, heading towards the mountain that never seemed to get any closer. I pulled out the last picture I had taken with my family out of my pocket, I always carried it with me. Mom was trying not to cry, Dad looked proud, and Sam and I were goofing off. I smiled as I looked at it wondering if I would every see any of them again. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned my head, it was Capt. Lennox.

"Don't worry Tyrell I'll get you home, I promise."

I nodded, following the other soldiers, not noticing the shifting sand behind us.