War Times

The Gulag

It is hardly a surprise that I have ended up here after all that I did and all that I wrote, it could condemn another ponies lifetimes over but that was a long time ago and now I live in this small cell waiting for them to put that bullet in my head for my writings about all those good colts that laid down their lives in the defence of the Rodina. Yet it was war and I was a nothing more than cannon fodder to my commanding officers and so too where the other colts that I called friends their existence dwindled down to nothing more that words and sketches on a page being locked up in a box awaiting the day they might be free and share their tales with rest of the world just as I might one day break free of this cell. However there is still on last objective that I must accomplish. To pass on the story of my commands and the sacrifice they made and that of my self Vladimir Silver Spirit.