Nec-Romantic

Immediately upon arriving in the place the supposed Private Edwin Gee, Twilight's ears were bombarded with loud... incredibly loud, booms. Flashes played across her eyes, blinding light refusing to allow her to see for more than two seconds at a time, sometimes less. "Proivate Gee, git over here!" Twilight turned to face the speaker, but she realised that she was not the one controlling her actions. She also saw that she was not in her normal form, as her view was much higher off the ground. "Gee, git down in the trenches 'fore Jerry blows your head off!"

Twilight felt herself moving with only two of her limbs, and when she saw who was shouting to Edwin, she understood why. Apparently, Edwin belonged to a race of bipedal creatures, whose legs ranged from short and stocky to long and spindly. "Sorry, Sir," she heard Edwin say. As she entered the "trench," which was, what appeared to her, a large line dug into the ground and made with stone that traveled as far as she could see, she noticed that these creatures had hands and fingers similar to Spike's when Edwin used one to grip the wall as he ran down the steps. Just then, a terrifying explosion, much, much louder than the previous ones, sounded behind her, and she felt herself thrown to her stomach.

"Gee!" she heard the other creature shout. She felt more hands help her to her feet. "Are you alroight, Proivate?"

Twilight felt Edwin shake his head. "Yeh. Just a little knocked around, should be foine in a sec'." She saw the second creature nod.

"You're lucky that shell hit in a crater, Proivate. If it had hit on level ground, you'd probably not be standin' here now."

Edwin nodded. "Thanks, Sir." Twilight felt her host start moving to the wall he was facing upon entering the trench.

"Gee," she heard a voice to her right.

Edwin turned to see another creature with two long sticks in its hands. "Sir?" The creature gave Edwin one of the sticks. "My rifle?"

"Yes, Private."

Edwin spoke. "American?"

To Twilight, the question was stranger than any she'd heard. The word "American" did not strike a memory in her mind at all. The word was about as unfamiliar to her as this place and time. Apparently, though, these creatures understood it. "Yes, Private. Volunteered about two months ago."

"Two months and already a Sergeant?"

The "American" grinned. "Yes, Private. Sergeant Robert Portland, at your service." Robert bowed at a pivot where his legs met his torso. "So, how are you liking-" Twilight couldn't hear what Robert was going to say, because he stopped to listen to a sound in the distance. It sounded like a whistle, several whistles, were blowing far away. "Shit." Robert stepped onto a piece of wood, crouching as he mounted it so that his head did not come over the lip of the trench. "Come on up, Gee. Don't let your head get over the edge, 'less you want it taken off by Jerry's snipers."

Edwin press himself against the wall, gripping his "rifle" tightly. "Jerry's comin', lads! Ready your rifles! Remember: make every bullet count!" Twilight could hear a voice cry out farther down the trench. Edwin laid his rifle on the lip of the trench when he saw Robert do so, and looked out on the battlefield before him. "Keep it together, lads... hold it steady..." Twilight heard the same voice say. She could see multiple figures far off in the distance that also appeared to be bipedal approaching her location.

And that was when the voice gave the order to fire.