Equestrian War II

"Good luck. All of you."

All of us in Sullivan's squad hear as we get ready to storm the once flawless Ponilieu Beach. The hatch draws down from our Amphibian carrier and we drive straight through the water.

"Navy's been bombing the hell out the island for two days straight, keep your heads down and your eyes open and we should be through this in three days and..."

We all look to see one of our bombers flying right out of the sky. None of us could believe what we all had just witnessed.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"WAS THAT ONE OF OURS?"

"EVERYPONY, KEEP your heads DOWN! YOU HEAR ME? KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN!"

Had his voice been able to, we all knew Colt-Sergeant Sullivan would have thrown his voice even higher than it had been to get his point through to us, but we all understood what we were told. We finally reached the shoreline but not before getting stuck.

"DRIVER! Drop the ramp! That gun could zero in on us at any time!"

"IT'S THE CORAL, WE'RE STUCK ON THE---"

Private Koopman had just fallen, not even reaching the battlefield, I lean in, collect his pony-tags and before I stand up, I hear a bullet whiz past my head.. Thank Luna for being honorable.

"DROP THE RAMP!!"

The boat gets shot by a true AA Anti-Air flak position and throws the squad in the bay. Underwater I see the true horrors of war, not even getting a chance and dying. Getting shot whilst swimming for your life.. okay, maybe not true horrors, but would you want to be in this predicament? A short moment later I feel a hoof wrap around mine. It's Sullivan.

"Stardust. You're still in one piece. Plan's gone to shit, Pojo's got a whole line of infantry lined up on the shore, we need for immediate missile strike. Call in a position, and the Canterlot Air force will do the rest!"

As I call in the Air Strike, I hear this response:

"Bravo Romeo Oscar November Yankee 47, 91. Coordinates Received, firing for effect!"

Within no more than 7 seconds the Air team was already overhead bombing the beach.

"What the hell? There wasn't supposed to be any resistance!"

We Gallop in whatever way we could to reach the shore, its all clear, 1 or 2 wounded that we refuse to let them draw breath. We pass the beach and trail onward to our next "checkpoint". A small bunker armed with a Mounted Machine Gun but the soldiers inside deny their ability to fight, and attempt to surrender. Roe-Buck declines their surrender and orders the M2 Flamethrower unit to "Burn 'em".