Jeremy Fitzgerald's life in Equestria

You sigh as you give the mailmare a letter to give to your mare back home. You have been in the jungle that borders the Griffin Kingdom for a week now.

"Make sure this gets to her, Okay Ditizy?" You tell the mare in front of you, who nods in reply.

"Sure thing, Corporal!" With that, the cross-eyed mare flies off. You are no longer Jeremy Fitzgerald. You are now Corporal Fitzgerald, 45th Equestrian army, 3rd platoon, Able squad. You check your gear again.

Colt .45 M1911A1, One Mk. II grenade, Ka-Bar combat Knife, Colt M16A2 rifle, five 20 round 5.56x45 mm box magazines, two .45 seven round mags, your helmet and your Radio kit was your gear for this mission. You didn't realize you have auto-piloted your way with the rest of your squad.

To your left was the squad's support gunner, and one of your two friends in the squad. His name is Big Macintosh, and you've met him once in ponyvile. You silently greet him with a nod, which he returns.

To your right, is your other friend. From what you gather, he too has a mare-friend back home and was a Wonderbolt. His name is Sorin Skies. They both are cool stallions, and have been your friends since training. Now you are here, on the Griffin-Equestria border, You now know that it is a jungle out here.

Your mission is just a simple patrol, but you are on guard. Why wouldn't you be? The griffins are very fierce predators, and know the land here much better then you and everypony else.
You feel something soft under your rear left hoof. You freeze. Everypony looks at you.

"Hey... Jeremy? You okay?" Sorin asks. and you tell him that you stepped on rather soft ground. "Ah. Don't worry so much. It'll be fine."

You slowly lift your hoof and you feel something click under it. Next thing you know, A bang goes off and you are sent flying up to the air, screaming in pain. It was a land mine.

Through your screaming and the ringing in your ears, you hear gunfire erupt, and you are being dragged back to camp by Sorin, Big Mac covering with his M60 machine gun. You can't feel your wing or the hoof that stepped on it, and you soon notice they are gone. You have lost your rear left leg and your left wing, and have burns all over your left side.

You groan in agony, the sheer burning feeling almost to much to bare. You look at Mac just in time to see him shot trough the wind pipe, seemingly killing him instantly. You shout at the sight, and bullets fly towards you as you manage to pull your sidearm and fire into the griffins.

Just as you are mere yards from the base, to safety, Blood splatters onto you as Sorin falls limp. You try to crawl your way to the base, and you get as far as the gate before you pass out from exhaustion.

You awaken in the medical tent, and you see that the burns have been treated, but your wing and leg is still gone.

"Ah. Your awake." You know that voice. It is your captain. Captain Bulls Eye. "Well. As you should know, we can't have guards that are missing limbs, so you are being shipped home with the corpses of Corporal Skies and Lance Corporal Macintosh." You can't think of words. On one side, You've lost friends to this war, on the other, You'll be seeing Rainbow soon.