In early 1942, a new race was introduced to the current world conflict by accident by German scientists. This new species was hard to communicate with, speaking a foreign language, and were quickly engaged by the Nazi forces, despite bringing them onto the world themselves. The creatures managed to retreat under the protection of the United States, yet the portal was in the mid-Atlantic. The diplomats did not want to fight another planet's war, and therefore refused to aid. With their trust shattered by the Nazi party, and fear of being attacked by greater forces of technology, they were prepared to survive through neutrality. And the United States didn't like the sound of that one bit. The torch was taken from the U.S. when Germany invaded, using France as the source of naval power. Americans, eager to keep the peace chased them into the gateway. The Germans, finally, were pinched from their entrance, the remaining militants stranded in Vanhoover, with no hope of a way out.

A cold, stale breeze swept the hills and valleys of Equestria. Mid-January brought frigid temperatures, and bad attitudes. A small flight of P-51D Mustangs soared over the coast of Filly Delphia. Below, the rubble of a once beautiful city smoked. Amongst the rubble, faint blotches of color wandered past each other, cleaning up after the scars of war dragged over the landscape.

"Flight, turn heading 32, fly speed 280, altitude 3,000." I ordered, waiting several seconds before gently pushing my rudder and changing course slightly left. The flight, 3 trusted wingmen, followed the motion, falling to a slanted line to my right flank.

The ground caught my gaze. I stared out of the window towards it, studying the smokestacks and rubble below. Ponies wandered about far below, they almost seemed unreal at such a distance.

"Captain," a high pitched voice called over radio, "we oughta climb up a bit more, AA could shred us from here." He warned.

I looked up from the flattened city, back to my instruments.

"We'll be fine. It's only fifteen kilometers out from base, they wouldn't be that stupid. Besides..." I sighed. "Look what we've done to them. Those who aren't in the artillery's rubble were gunned down when the tanks rolled through.

Author's Note

First chapter, please post any errors I may have made in the comments, or future suggestions for me! :D