The Mysterious Tale of the Man Who Didn't Do Much

Chapter 6: Jackson's Journal: Entry 1

(This is written from the standpoint of Jackson while he is watching Rainbow, and while the others are talking.)

I guess a lot of you know me. If you're reading this. You uh... think... you know me. Oh God, no one's gonna read this. Anyway, just because I'm in the military, doesn't make me a killer. I'm not... stone cold. I don't LIKE it. I mean... The guys are nice. They treat me like family. They really do, but... Still. I just... I see people. Killed. In front of my very eyes. To think that they dislike us just because we have different beliefs. Among other reasons, but nevertheless. It hurts to see. I've seen MY men. Fall. Have their brains blown out. Have their legs blown off, and many other things. I've never killed anyone. This... this SHIT. It ain't like your Call of Duty. Your Battlefields. All those games. This is real. You don't get 100 points and... I mean, when your friend falls down, dying of a gunshot wound and you can't stop the bleeding just... I'm sorry. I need to take a writing break. I can't... continue...

Okay. I took a swig from my canteen. Lived down some memories, and I'm back with a pen and paper. How are you? God, what am I doing? You can't write back. I'm in another world. I'm in Equestria, apparently. Anyway, I haven't taken my weaponry off my back yet. That's right, heh, somehow I've managed to forget it. Considering the circumstances, that's not too hard. I pray there are no threats in this world. I mean, I am a fit individual. Don't get me wrong. I just am not strong. On the inside. That's where it counts. I want to try to stay manly through the writing of this paper, but if an animal of some sort tries to hurt me, I don't know if I could kill it. I'm a city teen. Born and raised in the great city of New York. So, I have confidence, but if something wants to kill me and I can't run, what will I do? Enough about killing. Let me tell you what is happening. Right now, as I speak- rather, write... I am sitting on a wooden floor inside of a tree, which is also a library. Which is also a house. For a pony. A pony that talks. They think, perform complex tasks, and have a ruler! Her name is princess Celestia. The pony that lives in this library is named Twilight Sparkle. Her friends are here too. Their names are Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Fluttershy. Right now, 5 of those 6 are currently writing a letter to the previously mentioned princess. Right now, I am looking at a ticklish little cyan ball of fur who I'm almost positive has a crush on me sleeping on the floor in front of me. I've yet to to find out WHY she likes me. I guess I've still got it. I'm laughing at my previous comment right now. I amuse myself to no end sometimes. Well, I've said it once and I'll say it again. This is amazingly cute. You know, It's funny. At first, I just wanted to go back, but these ponies took me in, not knowing what I was or who I was. They gave me someplace to spend the night. I've made friends. That generosity isn't prevalent on Earth at ALL.  Right now, when I think about it, I was saved from a falling building by whatever force. Some mythical force. I thank it to no end. I... am not entirely sure I want to go now. Well I guess the idea of a journal has grown on me. I suppose I will update this little log of mine after every major event. This one here is to start off. Here's to my... well... Possible new life on "Equestria". Right now... I'm finally happy. Jackson signing out.