W.A.R

"Shit! I'm declaring a TIC!" Harez yelled into the radio. The small equestrian houses giving them cover from the ongoing fire from the opposing Russian military. His squad was pinned down at a house. A T-90 tank was rolling up down the street. It aimed towards their direction, about to fire.

BOOM!

The tank exploded as loud streaks of sounds came from the sky. The jets had finally made their way to the battle. Helicopters spread about the whole battlefield.

"Move move move!" Harez yelled at his teammates, running out into the open, then taking cover in the sandbags. Continuous gunfire came from several houses. A Few sandbags were up ahead, providing more cover, and also giving an advantage in the battle. They used something called the buddy system. Harez was the first to move. His teammates gave suppressing fire towards the enemies down the large road, as Harez got to cover. They continued this over and over with several other soldiers, allowing them to get closer.

"WE GOT A HMASS UP AHEAD!" They referring to the 'Super Soldier' that Russia recently made. Their armor was thick, and almost impenetrable. You would need some kind of explosive in order to kill one of them. Missiles were being flooded in the sky from the helicopters. One of the helicopters was shot down. The helicopter headed towards their direction.

"OH SHIT!" Harez yelled, getting out of the way. "MOVE IT!" He yelled at his teammates. It was already to late for his teammates though, as they were crushed by the helicopter. The spinning blade flying towards Harez, almost decapitating him. He'd run to cover.

"Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT.." He'd yell to himself. They were the last squad sent out into the battle. The rest of the military was back at base. He was there, alone, in a massive war. He grabbed his radio, yelling into it.

"I NEED IMMEDIATE EVAC NOW AT MY POSITION!" Minutes later, a helicopter flew in. He got in it, getting in the gunner side. He'd provide cover fire for the pilot in order to get out of the area, and back to base. They set up base at the castle, as the rest of the civilians were also held at. It'd all gone to hell in a matter of minutes, and seconds. It was dumb for him to only send out four squads of ten men, out into a massive battle of five hundred or so soviet's. It was a dumb idea. He made them dead from the beginning. He'd be the only one that made it out alive. And he would live to feel that great wave of shame.

But it was no time to think of that now, as they were being shot at.

"WE GOT A MISSILE LOCKED!" The pilot yelled. A Missile from far away could be seen shot into the air, and headed towards them. Harez turned the gun slowly, and aimed at the missile. He'd pull the trigger, spraying all over in the sky. It'd miss all but one shot, hitting the missile and letting it explode. It was close though, close enough to damage the helicopter a bit, and shake them up. They'd finally get out of reach from the gunfire, and headed back to base.

[Quins P.O.V]

"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST DO THESE UNJUSTLY ACTS OF DISCRIMINATION AGAINST MY PEOPLE AND AGAINST THEIR HOMES!?" The yelling inside the royal throne room had been going on for about an hour or two. Quin didn't really know what to do, but just stand there. Quin was apart of Harez's official squad. The one that'd he be with once the final war began, and ended.

"How long do you think they'll be in there for?.." James asked Quin. Quin shrugged. He'd hear a few slams now and then, but he couldn't really justify how long they'd be in there for. They might even be there for the whole day. James handed him a cigar with a lighter. Quin took it, and lit it. He put it in his mouth, puffing the smoke.

"I haven't seen him get this angry in a long time. A Very long time. I think, since the battle with F.H.L.." He really didn't know what to do, but just wait. Finally, Harez came out of the large door, slamming it behind him.

"Cmon, let's head to our 'rooms'.." He said. Apparently according to Harez, they were sleeping in the same exact room as Celestia's favorite subjects, and most royal subjects she's met. Most ponies referred to them as the Mane 6.. They walked down the long corridor, getting several stares from the many stallions and mares along the way. They were considered outlaws, and people not to be trusted. They were one of the many hated species of the Equestrian world. They were said to have no honor, to have no care, and to have nothing in their hearts. How did they know what kind of person they were? They were soldiers that served their time in the wars, and did their best to serve their countries. They, however, did not know that.

They opened the door to their room. Quins metal buckle, and as well as is his dog tags banging against his leg and chest. When he and the rest entered the room, they took a glance at the room, not even realizing the Ponies inside.

[Harez's P.O.V]

He looked up from the bed after he lay down, then noticing the Ponies.

"So, you're the people we're sharing a room with?.." He asked the purple one, said to be the leader of the Mane 6.

"I guess so!" The purple unicorn tried to say in a happy manner, with a crooked, and noticeably fake smile. Him and the rest of the soldiers got up, and stood in a line. Looking up into the sky, and they read the words out loud.

"And when he gets to heaven, to saint peter he will tell, 'Just one more marine reporting sir, I've served my time in hell.'.. Let us protect those who we love, and to those who we trust. Let us protect this nation under the will of god, and to protect those who are not able to protect themselves. Let us bring forwards the true meaning of what respect, and integrity is. Let us bring forwards what the true, definition, of a Marine is." They'd look down at the ground for a few seconds, and then went into their bed. The ponies looked at them.

"That was truly wonderful." The orange one said. Harez ignored them, and tried his best to get to sleep as quick as he could, as he would not be heading back out to war again, but back into the Throne room.