It is 1944, i am Scott and i am writing this on my journal, i am now not currently in the war, i am some place safer, i am in "Equestria", a place full of talking ponies, pegasi and unicorns. I don't know how i got here, but i'm glad i did, I've made a few friends here and been a lot more comfortable here than the barracks and those beds, just how can someone sleep on those things?!

But i still miss Sara… All i can think of is you.



This will contain some swearing.