1939 angry gryphons. The world at war. Only the strong and valiant will survive. This is a story I am writing because I just wanted to put another clean, (hopefully) entertaining story out there for ponies to read. The T rating is for violence, I guess, and because the word "War" is in the title. I dedicate this to everypony who takes the time to read my stories, and to all my friends who give me a well-needed kick to the caboose whenever I don't feel like writing another chapter.