Long wet days, where everything you see might be the last. Where disease is spreading to kill thousands. Shelling and bullets rain no more than yards away every second of the day. This is my life, and I have grown less than used to it. Ever since the link between worlds brought the foreign species into the war, the United States has made strong advances, allowing the use of the aliens to empower the Triple Entente's playing field with Pegasai allowing for better reconnaissance and Unicorns for magic attacks. This is my story, this is life. I need to win this war, or I will never leave this battlefield.

This story was made as a writing test, please leave constructive criticism in the comments, and my next fics will improve based on feedback. I don't expect this to be perfect.