June 6th, 1944

Our boat rocked as artillery fire from German positions rained down and splashed water around, soaking my clothes and those of my comrades. nearby I hear an explosion, and try to look over but cannot see the Higgins boat being struck by an explosive shell, blowing a hole in its hull and sending soldiers flying out the sides. This is utter chaos, I think, how are we still even here?

Suddenly our boat lands on the shores, and the squad commander pulls out a whistle, blowing on it to urge us out of the now-open boat as the sights of many Germans' weapons focus on us.
"Move, lads, MOVE!" our captain yells at us more, but then goes silent as his body is stitched up by machine gun fire, putting the pressure on me and my vulnerable comrades. I try my best to run to a nearby crater that had been blown in the ground by an artillery round, and crouch there for a few seconds before scrambling out and resuming my run along the beach. Suddenly I trip on loose sand, and fall face first into the ground. Behind me I hear another artillery round scream in and blow apart the boat I was only just in. By then I knew it was over.

Meanwhile...

"Okay spike, watch the library while I'm gone, i'll only be a few minutes!" Twilight calls out to her assistant, and Spike gives her a lazy salute before grabbing a broom to begin sweeping.

Satisfied that Spike knew what to do, Twilight began to trot down a dirt path leading through the middle of Ponyville, past all the shops and bakeries and out the other side, running through a field and past a makeshift tree house, where she could hear laughter and screaming as 3 particular fillies tried all sorts of random ideas that would hopefully get them their cutie marks, so far with no success. Twilight pauses when she hears a small explosion, and looks over to see smoke rolling out of the windows and a slightly open door.

"Nope! Cooking isn't our special talent either!"
"Maybe because you put too much salsa in that sandwich!"
"Then how did the oven explode?!"

Twilight wonders if she should help them, but giving it a second thought she continues on her way, past Sweet Apple Acres, and towards a small copse of trees that she goes to when she wants to think about things. Reaching the copse, she takes a small path going into it, and finds herself in the familiar clearing that she recently began to visit. Suddenly she hears a loud humming noise, and quickly trots out of the trees and looks across the field where a bright light was emanating from nowhere.

"Now what the hay is that?" She asks herself, then covers her eyes as the light begins to get brighter and brighter, until it pops, sending a small shock wave her way, knocking her off her hooves. Twilight quickly stands up, staggering a little as her head spins around in circles. She was just beginning to thing a little more straight when a taco comes out of nowhere and SPLAT! Lands on her head, staining her purple and pink mane with lettuce and bits of taco crust.

"Great. Just GREAT! now i'll never get all this taco out of my hair!" Twilight begins ranting to great extent about how her mane is ruined by a taco when Derpy flies out from behind a cloud, wearing a sombrero and carrying a taco in one of her hooves.

"Hey Twilight! I dropped one of my tacos when that light-thingy exploded, could you help me- oh, oops, heheh, sorry about that." She begins a zigzag approach to Twilight, who seemed to have blown all her steam off on the taco, and was trying to get it out of her hair. Landing, Derpy attempts to lend a hoof to Twilight's dilemma, but ends up smearing the crushed taco farther into her mane.

"I can handle this, Derpy, just be more careful when you eat tacos on a cloud, okay? And why are you wearing a sombrero?" Twilight asked.
"Don't you know? It's Cinco De Mayo!" Derpy exclaimed, then began to happily munch on the one intact taco. Twilight only sighs and asks Derpy to make it rain. Derpy happily obliges and flies up to the cloud she was just sitting on, and began to stomp on it, making water flow out of the cloud and onto Twilight, who begins again to try and remove bits of the taco from her mane, which stubbornly stays there.

Off to the distance, unnoticed by everyone, something new had appeared where the light had once been.

June 6th, 1944

"MOVE, Reginald!" I'm shaken out of my hopeless consciousness by the yelling of my friend Thomas, who shakes my shoulders and drags me to the cover of another crater.

"This place, it is a death trap for us," I say, not noticing the pulsing light that is growing in front of us. Thomas notices, though , and prods me with his gun. "Hey, Reggy, Reggy, REGINALD. Look at that," I turn around and notice the light. Suddenly, I felt a light tugging, as if someone or something were pulling on my shirt, bringing me closer to the light. The battle stops momentarily as everyone turns their eyes to look at the spectacle. I don't even realize that i've walked out of the crater, towards the light, reaching out towards it.

Farther up the beach, a German swings his machine gun around and opens fire on the light, afraid that it may be working or the allies, though the bullets stop when they reach the light, as if they hit a force field, and fly back towards the soldier, putting the bullets into him. The first struck his shoulder, the bullet blowing a small hole in it. The second strikes his gun and ricochets into the boot of one of his comrades, who curses and hops around. The fourth and fifth shoot directly into his chest, making hols the size of his thumb. The sixth ends his life, blowing through his head and dropping him to the ground. His comrades quickly back away from the scene, watching their teammate bleed out onto the floor of the bunker. Then, thinking the light as some demonic presence, they all raise their guns and fire repeatedly at the light, though they get similar results. Suddenly the bunker is empty of living people, and all gunfire ceased from there. suddenly the light glows brighter than ever, and grows in size until it engulfs Reginald, then reaches Thomas, who cries out and tries to scramble away from it, but his pack weighs him down, and he too is consumed by the light. Slowly the light covers the beach, the air, and much of the sea. Suddenly it pops, letting out a large shock wave that rocks the foundations of the bunkers and blows many of the Germans off their feet. An anti-tank gun tips over and lads on the soldier trying to load it, and it crushes his body, smashing it into the ground, spraying his blood everywhere.

When they regained their composure, the Germans stood up, and looked along the beach, scanning for marines, tanks, anything, only to see that they had vanished along with the light. Omaha Beach was empty of allied forces. The Germans slowly let their gun barrels drop, and look around, confused about what to do next.

Author's Note

Hooray First chapter is out! Any constructive criticism would be appreciated, and I'm excited to say this when I look forward to see what happens next, because even I don't know!