Kroshum is stuck in the battlfield. He has never know true fear untill he saw the varry ponie he was talking to earler that day be taken awy from him in an insain and crule world that we call war.

In loving memory of Yams Mikormack. This story, is a ponified virsion of his time in the military, and hell that wounderful man lived through coming out.

I love you daddy <3