Turbine: Our Fellow Wind Stallion

I hear the sound of gunfire in the distance, now i'm going to have to climb down. How? The sound of a helicopter is heard from the distance. It flies near the tower at the top where I am, I hear the pilot yelling. "Jump in the heli!" I'm scared of heights, I don't think so. I see many soldiers of discord's army starting to round up recruits and kill them. Now, I have to jump. I jump and almost fall, I grab the skew of the helicopter with all my life. A pony whose voice sounds familiar says "Hold on! I have you Turbine, pull up!" I pull myself up into the heli and the pilot starts to fly us away.  It's the same pony who said he was there for me. I sit in one of the seats of the helicopter and click it's seatbelt. "I don't think I ever told you my name! My name's Sharpshot Breeze! Sniper and head of infantry in the Bravo Division!" Sharpshot Breeze, name suits a sniper. "So Sharpshot, I hate to have a rude tone. What the hell is going on here?" "Ah the war of course, the front line has been moved here, all recruits are ordered to evacuate the area, half of them...well....died." A day in boot camp and already in the warzone. "Do we have any weapons? I feel like i'm going to need a gun." "Of course in the metal cabinet we have grenades, handguns, I think an assault rifle is in there. Note this, pick a weapon you'll want as your friend." "Pick a weapon as my friend, what do you mean?" He has a smirk on his face. "Well, we're going to the warzone." He must be out of his mind. "There's only 2 of us! How is this going to work!" He starts to laugh at me. "How's it going to work? You put your hoof on the trigger and shoot the fuckers, that's how it's going to work." He makes it sound so easy. I hear the sound of bullets hitting the helicopter. Sharpshot acts excited. "Oh my Celestia! We're almost there!" A question just popped in my mind. "Do you know how many recruits are going to help us?" "How many isn't what matters, only how many will fight. War is the answer." War is the answer. That is a very unique point of view, he's pretty enthusiastic over this. "Why is this exciting to you?" He looks at me as if I said something blaspheming a religion. "Why? Because it's fun, and you get money!"  How would this be fun to do all the time? I give up on figuring out his logic. The pilot announces on his P.A. "In 3 klicks you recruits are going to have to jump into the depths of hell." I ask Sharpshot "What's a klick?" "One klick is one thousand meters." I look outside the heli and notice we're flying over a jungle. "We're fighting in a jungle?" "Yes we're on an island off the coast of manehattan, tropical weather here. Speaking of which you are going to have to get your gear once we're about to jump out of the helicopter. "Wait, jump?! We're jumping?" "Um, yeah why would we land? It takes too long to take off." Yet again I have to jump when i'm afraid of heights. The pilot announces his destination. "We've hit the destination, be ready to jump into hell." He keeps calling the place hell, how optimistic. I un-click my seatbelt and get to the back of the helicopter where the metal cabinet is. I find a lot of gear, I put on a BDU jacket and pants, then I get a helmet. Digs deeper in the cabinet and finds a gas mask, I strap it to the belt I put on with the pants. Sharpshot tries to hurry me up. "Come on this isn't a fashionista show! You aren't Rarity, so let's go!" I go through the weapons, I grab 2 grenades, M1911 handgun and the M4 Carbine assault rifle then close the cabinet. Sharpshot then attaches a rappel to the helicopter. Sharpshot looks over to me. "Whoa hold on! You need gloves for this." I go back to the cabinet and put gloves on. "Today Turbine, you'll learn how to rappel. He clicks a clip onto the line he attached the helicopter. You have your braking hoof and your guide hoof-"The pilot hurries both of us. "We need to get your asses down there. Just jump." "Ok I have no time to teach you. Just watch what i'm doing." He jumps and pivots doing a 180 in mid-air he starts to move down the line stopping when he goes too fast. While he's moving down he yells out, giving me a good idea. "Just use your wings Turbine!" My wings, of course. Why didn't I think of that. I get on the skid of the helicopter and push myself off. I let my wings get me to glide down, the helicopter flies away. I fly in circles to land near Sharpshot, I land on the grassy floor. Sharpshot pulls me up. "Get up, you have to be ready for the enemy." I get up but keep my head low, assault rifle in hands, we both start to move into the jungle moving away from the empty, treeless area in which we arrived.