"Incoming!"

"Get down!-"

The mortar shell lands on the group of paratroopers, the shell landing and exploding on upon impact, killing them instantly and flinging the dead bodies into the air and into the dirt ground.

An MG42 comes to life and begins mowing down the soldiers, forcing them to go prone in the dirt, but for a few to be cut down by the volley of bullets, leaving the paratroopers prone on the ground to be the only ones left.

In the distance, near the edge of of the treeline, Clayton, Twilight, and the rest of the paratroopers, observe, while kneeling and being hidden behind the dense treeline and bushes. The fighting was already going on when they arrived.

Clayton watched as his fellow paratroopers me mowed down by the MG Nest, that is set up on a crossroads, as American soldiers try to fire back at the MG, but to only be pinned down every time, and for another paratrooper to be shot and wounded or killed.

Turning away from that situation, Clayton stares out straight, across the exposed open fields and roads, staring at in the distance as he can hear the sounds of their Battleship's Cannons from out of the English Channel, mixed in with more MG fire and German Guns of their own. As he can see the backsides of bunkers and entrenched position about a mile or two away, where the beach landing, code named "Utah", was being assaulted by the 4th Infantry Division.

The Invasion of Normandy has officially begun.

Clayton and the many other Paratroopers of the 101st and 82nd Divisions must complete their assigned objective, in order for the Invasion to be successful, if it works, and if they succeed.

Their mission was to clear the secondary German defenses behind the Primary Defenses at the beach, so when the American Forces can break through, they won't have to worry of the secondary defenses more inland. There, they be able to establishing a secured beachhead and for more troops and supplies will be able to land at the beaches and get support and be relieved of their mission.

The Paratroopers might be able to finally get some rest after a long night and morning of continuous fighting. Hoping with some decent sleep, hot food, and be resupplied after the mission is done and completed.

If everything goes to plan, and if they even survive, which he hopes.

That was their mission, but now, they have to worry about the secondary defense forces and structures...and Twilight to be safe through all of it.

Clayton is snapped out of his thinking when he feels a presence kneel next to him. He looks to his left, for it to be Benjamin as he kneels on one leg and also looking out at the battlefield they will be fighting on.

"Man, our boys already advancing and being mowed down to pieces." Benjamin said as he watches the conflict that was already happening.

"And with this much open views of fields and roads, we'll be fired upon and be pinned down as soon as we step out there." Drake said, him was also kneeling on one leg to his Clayton's right.

Twilight is the next person/pony to walk up to the edge of the tree line, as she also can see and hear the gunshots from the machine.

She too can hear the rapidly repeating sound.

"What is that thing they're using?" Twilight said, as she looks and listens at the repeating MG42, "it sounds more powerful than the weapons you'll have."

"Well, Ms. Sparkle, that thing right over there is god-damn MG42." Anthony said.

"MG what?" Twilight said, looking at Anthony.

"It's just a weapon like ours but shoots faster and more powerful...Germans and their big guns." Anthony explained.

"Anyone got any plans to clear out this mess of German Defenses." Drake said, looking around among the paratroopers, but just shakes of their heads of "No", including Twilight with her yet of experience of this kind of situation.

But Clayton was the only one who has said nothing the last five minutes, while he observed their soon-to-be-battlefield, but only seeing open views and barely no cover.

As his eyes surveyed the land, he developed a very, but probably dangerous maneuver through the open fields, but if they get spotted, Germans could be on them in minutes.

The newly arrived Germans, the ones pinning down the American Paratroopers, has set up positions to their right, at crossroads and edges of fields with sandbags and makeshift covers from behind the hedgerows and ditches, including a mortar team just behind them.

Clayton looking between both German Positions to his left and right, he notices that their is a huge gap between the two positions, with no German Forces in sight, yet.

This gives a flanking opportunity to Clayton and his squad to flank the MG and Mortar positions to the left, who still had the others paratroopers still pinned down, and still being picked off one-by-one. When flanked and cleared the Germans, they can swing around the backside of any other German Positions and clear them out for more Airborne Forces to advance forward.

it was a perfect penetration in the German Defensive lines, and have to get past it before anymore German Forces can fortify the gap.

Clayton turns to his fellow comrades, who were still discussing of the situation but their attention was caught when they saw Clayton to towards them, stopping the discussion and to look at him.

"Okay, their is a clear and unoccupied gap between the Germans lines, and that's just ahead of us from where we are," Clayton holds out his hand flat in the air pointing at the direction, for the whole group to look and see the open, but no signs of German activity. "There, and for now, is no German Forces to have yet to set up any defensive positions over on our side, but for now, so we must act quick and undetected if we are able to flank and surprise the German Forces from behind." Clayton explained, "From there, we will help any other Paratroopers, and proceed to our objective after we make sure we helped enough, then clear the defenses at Utah Beach and let some stress off the 4th...got it?

Everyone nods, including Twilight after hearing the plan. Clayton turns and gestures the squad to line up next to him. They all line at the edge of the treeline, with Twilight to nervously line up just behind Clayton. Clayton turns to her.

"Just keep your head down and stay close to us, and stay in cover." Clayton said, for Twilight to nod her head.

Clayton turns forward, takes a few steps onto the open road. he peaks his head out and looks both to his left and right down the treeline.

After a quick check, he turns to the group.

"Diamond Formation, Benjamin and Anthony on the sides, Drake in back and watch our six, Twilight in the middle." He silently ordered. They all got to their assigned positions, but for Twilight to just stand there in confusion as the Paratroopers surround her.

"Just keep up with everyone, Kid." Drake said, smiling, but for Twilight to nervously smile back.

"Move out and quick." Clayton ordered.

The group started their movement across the road, and begin their trek across the French Crop fields to the landing sites, their heads down, and walking as fast as they can while keeping low, and staying in formation, weapons at the ready for any contact.

Twilight was focused and surveyed the surrounding of any movement, but was nervous, even though she was slowly getting use to the situations, she has experienced events similar to this.

She could compare this to the Changeling Invasion on Canterlot, but this situation was way worse than the Canterlot Invasion.

She could hear the ongoing gunfire in the distance to her right and left along with shouting and explosions, even feeling the vibration in the dirt under hooves.

But she could feel vibrations that felt more powerful but was low feeling in the dirt, and she felt like it was coming from the front direction of her, but far away from where she is now.

Twilight was trying to stay in 'Formation' with the paratroopers. But was beginning to breath more quickly as she tries to keep up with the soldiers, as well of her legs starting to burn due to her crouching walking or what ever it was called, but it burned her thighs.

They finally crossed the open dirt field and up onto the graveled road and stop against a one-of-the-many hedgerow walls that were across the entire area.

Clayton surveyed the surrounding area around them to see any activity of some sorts, friendly or German. But nothing, with the ongoing firefight in the distance the only sound there is.

"How far do we have to go to get behind the lines?" Drake said in a low voice to Clayton.

"Maybe about two or three more fields, but maybe cross three to make sure we are able to flank them and surprise them." Clayton responded. He turns and crouch walks to the opening in the hedgerow that leads out to the next open field. After a quick recon of the area, he signals to move with a flap of his hand.

They again to quickly crouch walk across the field , all alert of any movement.

They once again quickly cross the field and up the slope to another hedgerow wall, where they stop and wait. Clayton notices as they get closer to the German Lines, more signs of war there was.

Their were impact craters in the fields, and more as they continued more towards the sea, but most was just shell holes from mortars or from bombardments from their Battleships off-shore or bombing runs from their Bombers.

If they were their guns, they were not hitting anything.

'What a waste of heavy ordnance...wonder how our boys are doing on the beach.' Clayton stands and peaks over the hedgerow, looking towards the direction of the beaches. But could only see more fields and sky.

But he can hear explosions in the direction in the distant.

"One more field to cross, then we should be behind the lines." Clayton said, kneeling back down and looking down back at the group.

"I need to work out more, my legs are killing me for squatting this long." Anthony said, stretching out his right leg while balancing on the other one.

"We're good." Benjamin said, sighing.

They all get back in formation and start their cross across the field for the last time.

But barely taking three steps onto the next field, Clayton quickly flicks up his hand into the air into a fist. The group stops immediately and the Paratroopers lift their Rifles.

After few seconds of listening, sounds of engines came into hearing distance, making Clayton look towards the right towards the sound.

"Movement to our right, on the road just behind us." Anthony said as he keeps his eyes through his iron sights.

Clayton's mind acts quickly.

"It coming towards us," Clayton whispered, before shouting, "Get to the other side of the road!"

They all got up from their crouch positions and start to, as the closing convoy of German Trucks begin to appear in their eye sight as they look back.

The group were easy targets with no cover in the fields.

The Paratroopers and Twilight finally get up the slope on the road and quickly go prone on the other side of the road, laying side-by-side of each other.

Clayton slowly lifts his head enough where the his helmet and his eyes are only seen over the slope and road, his Rifle at the ready in his hands. Then the convoy of German Trucks begin crossing the road they just passed.

Clayton watches each German Truck past by, leaving behind dust clouds from the tires. The others cautiously lift there heads from cover to watch also.

"We must far enough behind the lines." Drake said

"So far so good." Clayton said.

He slides down the slope and looks forward towards the sea and glance at the beachhead's direction in the distance.

But couldn't see nothing but the top of more small hills, slopes and hedgerows. But he could hear the explosions in the distance still going on, even feeling a little rumble of movement under his hand in the dirt.

If the Paratroopers can clear the secondary defenses inland, this will give the Army at the beaches a little breather when they are able to break through. But the Paratrooper had to get through the resisting Secondary German Forces first.

"Clayton."

Clayton turns back around and sees Drake signal him with his hands.

"The convoy stopped." He said.

Clayton drops into his prone position and crawls up the slope to the top, stops his advance when his eyes were able to see over the slope.

After a few long seconds for the convey to cross, two trucks stop just in the middle of the road. A dust cloud to form as the tires slow down.

For German Soldiers to begin to unload from the backs of the covered transport trucks. With more and more Germans to unload nonstop, making Clayton nervous of the number of enemies being unloaded.

Then after, the Germans begin to haul out boxes from the transport trucks, small and large boxes alike, few wooden and few metal.

The group watched as the Germans unload boxes and yell orders to other soldiers of the area. Sandbags begun to be taken out of the grey boxes and stacked upon each other on the road facing the direction they came from, along with a Tripod set just behind the sandbagged wall of cover.

One of the German Officers then shouts an order, but out of hearing distance for the Paratroopers to make out.

Clayton watches as the German Officer points to both directions down the road, for many of the German Forces to begin to run in the direction.

Clayton could count about ten German Regulars in all, including the Two drivers and the two Soldiers who hopped off the supply truck, then the rest from the first truck.

With the other large number of German soldiers somewhere else, and hoping they won't come back...

They got the element of surprise...

Clayton slowly moved down, and use his hands to gesture the rest of the group to the bottom base of the field. Slowly, each paratrooper gathered in crouch position on both sides of Clayton, with Twilight to sit in front of Clayton.

"I count ten Krauts, and they don't know we are here...for now." Clayton said, raising his M1, "lets take them out quick and fast, then we will split up in two groups to clear the German Positions on both the right and left, before they notice us too." He explained, "Benjamin and Anthony, Clear out the positions on the left, I will take Drake and Twilight to clear out the positions on the right,...got it?" All paratroopers and pony nodded.

"Okay, lets deal with these guys first..." The group crawls to the top and begin locating all German Soldiers for target assignments.

But their view was getting blocked by the two still-parked trucks, and each time a German Soldier would be out of sight or no perfect view shot from any of the Paratroopers.

"Damn, these guys just won't hold still." Anthony said.

"No clear shots at this angle, those trucks are blocking my view." Drake said.

"Well..." Benjamin said, lowering his M1 Garand, "Maybe we won't have to use our guns for this situation..." Clayton looking at him, "...how about we get up close and quiet." Benjamin pulling out his Bayonet.

"Lets do it then." Clayton putting his rifle to the side and pulling out his M1911 and Bayonet. "Twilight, stay here with Anthony and watch out backs, Anthony, stay here and cover us while we cross to the road, shoot only when we are spotted or to help with the clearing."

"Yes, sir." Anthony aiming his Garand towards the trucks, adjusting his position and his weapon to his comfort.

...

"Go." Clayton signaled. All getting up from their prone positions and over the sloped road and down into the field. Twilight crawling to top of the sloped road and watch the paratroopers crouch walk to the other side, next to Anthony as he adjust his iron sight s on his Garand.

Twilight has been quiet for a while, mainly because of all the events that has happened when they left that compound, and the sun has come up, or what she can tell if it is. Their were just grey clouds and little sprinkles of rain. She was finally feeling the cold air and wind blow past her against her body, making her shiver, her purple hair lightly flowing against the wind.

She was confused, but she could feel adrenaline through her body, and she tried to keep calm through all this crazy things happening around her. Her mind was on overdrive of all the events that has happened so far...so far.

She could hear loud explosions behind her towards more into the open fields, feeling the vibrations, but barely to feel for what ever it was. More of the sounds that the soldier's weapons sounded, loud and powerful, unlike anything she have seen or read in Equestria.

Twilight has never seen or heard a weapon of mass destruction that can do to a single pony, or what it can do to these species in this world she was in.

it just took any hoof to control and unleash its power. And its result were quick and painful, from what she has experienced so far...so far...for now.

These weapons they used were different than their main Military issue, with just spears, arrows, shields, and plated armor.

Wait, do they actually have a military?

This kind of weaponry in this world was more advanced in her own terms from what she has read, and totally different in use and...feel.

She moves her back leg, feeling her muscles move to where that piece of metal was in lodged in earlier this morning. She could no pain, now that it was healed, and from Clayton has done to make it feel that way. But the pain she felt was nothing she experienced in her entire life, and hopes she would never feel a pain like that again. But with the weapons the soldiers carry, she wonders how much pain, or death, is felt. She has seen its true power when Clayton and Drake killed those Germans using the weapon, and was glad it dark at the time, she did not want to see the result.

But eventually, she would see it.

Clayton, Drake, and Benjamin were near the edge of the road, who are still crouched and holding their weapons in hand. And luckily, no German has spotted them yet.

Anthony was still in over watch of the three paratroopers, surveying and seeing any threat to their stealthy approach. He was focused and alert, not wanting to fail his comrades, with Twilight laying next to him.

Clayton aimed his pistol at any movement of the German soldiers as they begin finish up their defensive position on the road, the two trucks still parked. As they near closer, he spots two German Soldiers on both ends of the roads, North and South, looking out towards the other open fields, two Germans working on still setting up the MG42, three Germans in a group looking at a map in between the two trucks, and two Germans on both sides of the sand bags looking out towards the direction of the treeline they came from. With all soldiers accounted for, and their backs were towards the paratroopers, which makes things much easier.

All three sneaking American Soldiers stop just at the bottom of the sloped road. Clayton signals Drake and Benjamin towards him.

They gather next to Clayton, for him to signal Drake to the German to the left, and Benjamin to the German to the right. They both look at their targets and nod, and the three start to slowly and quietly as they can, walk up slope.

Clayton was controlling his breathing and movement of not to make any sounds as they approach. At this distance, he can hear the three speaking Germans, and their fingers were pointing on the map, and knowing their full attention was on the map.

Just a few feet away from the German group, Clayton readies his take down.

...

'Now' He whispers in his mind.

Clayton lunges forward, quickly putting his left hand on the soldiers mouth and his bayonet in his throat, as the soldier tries to resist to only fall limp. Anthony and Benjamin do the same move and take down their targets, killing the three in a quiet and swift assassinations. Then for each of the paratroopers to drag the now-dead soldiers down the slope and onto the dirt field, out of sight,

After laying them down, he looks around again to each German. None heard or moved. He takes out his knife out of the dead, hearing the flesh against metal as it slides out.

Looking to Drake and Benjamin, he signaled to them once again, pointing Benjamin to the German group on the left, and Drake to the German group to the right.

Clayton turns around and signals back to Anthony and Twilight, spinning his hand in the air.

"That's us, let's go." Anthony said, getting up from his prone position and began their way to the rest of the group. Twilight just behind him.

Clayton unslings his M1 Garand and turns his direction to the remaining Germans, who are still occupied of their job, but with the MG42 almost done being set up as the assigned Germans still working on it.

Crossing the field as quickly as they can, they reach and prone next to Clayton.

Making sure everything was set, Clayton starts to move up the slope onto the road, followed by Anthony, with Benjamin and Drake start their way towards their targets. But Twilight was only be stopped by a hand, causing her jump a bit.

Twilight looks up for it to Clayton.

'Wait here' Clayton sounded out with his lips, but not saying anything. Then he slowly crept up to the top of the road.

Clayton and Anthony take positions behind the trucks, and wait as Benjamin and Drake get into their position.

Clayton peaks around the corner of the truck, spotting the remaining German Soldiers. He takes about only one step, but then to only quickly swing back behind the truck again, as one of the working German Soldiers stands up from the now-finished MG42.

"Fertig," said the Soldier, turning around, "Was jetzt-" He stops in his tracks, "Kapitän?" He begins walking forwards, trying to call out for his Commanding Officer, getting closer to the hidden paratroopers.

Clayton quickly pulls out his bayonet, and gesturing to Drake to hold, for Drake to slowly hug his cover that conceals him.

"Kapitän?!" The German called again, walking past the two trucks and to the roads edge, he looks down sees the bodies of his Officer and the two other now-dead Germans.

Twilight laying against the dirt ground, eyes widen. Also causing the soldier to go wide-eyed too.

But before the German can do or say anything, Clayton launches to the soldier and stabs him in the neck, and slices across the rest of his throat, spinning him around and falling down onto the field too, landing near the rest of dead comrades.

"American!"

Clayton whips around, to see the other working German looking at him. He picks up his rifle on the ground, but Drake shoots him before he could even touch it, killing him. The other two sentries turn towards the gunshot, but for both to have a knife stuck in their necks.

Anthony and Benjamin pull out their knifes of the dead soldier's necks, letting them fall onto the road, blood flowing out of their punctured lung.

"Well, so much for sneaking around anymore." Anthony said, unslinging his Garand.

"They know were here now," Clayton said, unslinging his Garand too, Twilight to climb up the slope and stand next to Clayton. "Okay, lets do this quick before they sends troops our way, Benjamin and Anthony, take out any German Positions to the left of us, and help out our boys breakthrough, while me, Drake, and Twilight take care of ones on the right," Clayton turns and points towards the beachheads, "Then push through forward towards the beachheads and clear out those bunkers and trenches, then lets find each other when it's all clear."

"Rrroger that, Captain." Anthony said with a salute. Benjamin to gently hit his brother in the stomach with the butt of his M1.

"Come on." Benjamin said, as they both brothers began their mission.

"Move out." Clayton ordered.

Both groups begin to head their assigned routes, Twilight in close pursuit with Drake and Clayton.

*Boom*

Dirt flies in the air, and landing on the soldiers, dirt falling on and across their face. Streaks of yellow pass over there heads, powerful and loud screeching from it, as the pinned down soldiers try to keep as low to the ground as they can.

"Parker, where is 2nd squad!"

"They-they're pinned down over the next field to our left sir, same with 3rd Squad just behind us!"

"God dammit, we can move a single inch without being shot at!" The Sargeant yelled. For another streak of gunfire hits near the top of the sloped cover he is behind.

*Boom*

A mortar round explodes just behind the two soldiers, the Sergeant to put his face into the dirt, feeling the powerful blast shake through him.

He begins to lift his face out of the dirt, spitting and coughing out small deb re and smoke.

"P-(Cough)-Parker, uhhh, Parker sound off!" He yells for his second-in-command.

He looks around for his comrade, and spots him yards behind him.

He stares at the torn and bloodied body on the ground, his entire right leg and arm torn off, guts hanging out of the opening, half his face unrecognizable.

He picks up his Tompson, gets on his knees, and pulls the trigger to begin spraying at the German position.

"You sons of bitches!" He keeps his finger on the trigger, the force of the sub machine gun causing him to pull up a bit, but able to keep the weapon steady with ease.

Until he hears and feels the click of his loader.

He quickly ducks back down before the return fire from the Germans to begin their volley of bullets.

The Sergeant drops out the empty ammo stick and pulls out another loaded clip from behind the back of his waist.

"Sarge!"

He turns towards the voice, to be his fellow squad mate.

"You alright Sarge!?" He asks again.

"I'm alright son, but they got Parker."

Another volley falls against them again, both ducking into their cover.

"We can't stay here, we'll be here for a long time if we don't do anything, or be dead by the time they break through!"

"lets just hope friendlies come by or if those Battleships can hit anything."

*BOOM*

"Damn, they're tearing them apart." Drake said from behind the bush.

"MG Team positioned on the road, Mortar Team just behind." Clayton said, pointing out the positions.

"Well, what should we take out first?"

"Let's get the MG Team first, so we could get support from whoever is pinned down over there." Clayton said.

"Lets do it."

"Twilight, watch our back for more contact?"

"O-Okay." Twilight asked with a shaky voice.

Both Paratroopers get up from their cover, leaving Twilight to try to think through sentence Clayton said, before snapping out of her mind and quickly catch up to them both.

"Sarge, are you alright?!"

"Yes...I'm fine." He responded.

As soon as the dust started to clear, they begin to hear gunfire, but different from the German gunfire. A familiar sound.

The Sargent got his Tompson, shakes off the dirt, climbed up the slope to get a view on the new sound.

When he reached and was able to see over the top, he spots the German MG Crew shooting at something else to his right, with their own small arms.

He turns his head to what the Germans are firing at, seeing the tracers as he turns.

By the road, he could see two figures poking out from behind the slopes, firing their weapons at the German MG Crew. Then quickly snaps back to action.

"Parker, tell the men to move up now, this might be our only chance of getting out of this, advance and fire to the other side of the field." He ordered, lifting up his SMG and standing up.

"Yes Sargent." Parker responded, getting up on his feet, himself. "Paratroopers, move forward and take out that MG Nest, we are finishing our mission!"

Clayton continues to fire his M1 Garand, along with Drake and his Carbine, trying to get the Germans attention and hope whoever they are helping to help them.

He fires two more shots, then for the last bullet fired to hit a German in the chest, causing him to fall backwards, dead. The cartirage dings and flies out the loader.

"Reloading!" Clayton yells, ducking down and begins to pull out another clip.

"Where the hell are they?!" Drake yells as he fires.

"I don't know..." He pops in the new clip and snaps the cocker back and lets go, for it to fly forward and shut, loading the weapon. "Just have to wait-"

*Boom*

An explosion goes off across the road, causing the Paratroopers to duck behind cover, Twilight to dig into the earth.

"Shit, they have the mortar on us!" Drake said, getting up from cover and begins to fire back at the Germans again. "Clayton, we don't have long until-"

"Look!" Twilight said pointing over the slope, For both to look at where she is directing.

To the left of them, they can see the group of friendly Paratrooper Forces, advancing and firing at the Germans, also catching their attention, but before two Germans being killed.

"Finally." Drake said.

"Lets move too, and close the gap."

They again get up from the field, and begin picking off the surrounded German forces, noticing them to slowly move back to the open field.

Twilight stays behind Clayton and Drake, to not get in the way of the fire, and watch as they kill the Germans.

With both direction of fire from the two groups of Paratroopers, they are able to keep the MG Crew suppressed, and from choosing who to fire at first, as they are slowly being picked off and surrounded.

The last German is struck on his helmet, for him to flick back his head as the bullet rips through, the force causing the helmet to fly into the air onto the ground, along with now-dead German, landing on the ground.

The two groups finally meet around the cleared MG Nest, but still on alert. Once the area is cleared, the Sargent calls out Clayton.

"Thanks for the save, Private." The Sargent said, turning towards the Paratroopers, and Twilight just behind them.

"No problem, Sargent sir." Clayton said.

"Is it just you two?"

"We have another two helping out the troops to the north and towards the beaches, Sargent."

"And...what about...the...pony?" The Sargent said, as he looks at Twilight. Both Clayton and Drake to look at Twilight behind them.

"That's a long story...um, Sargent" Clayton said, a bit of uneasiness of what to say.

But the Sargent kept on staring at her, his eyes narrowing. For Clayton and Drake to feel more uneasiness.

"S-Sargent?" Clayton called out, kicking out of his gaze.

"Well...well tell me later, but lets finish this first, Troopers, lets move forward before we get pinned down again." He said, but the other Paratroopers kept on staring.

"I said move out, troopers!" He yelled at his squad mates. For them to snap out of their trance and begin moving again, the same for Twilight, Drake, and Clayton.

But for Clayton and Drake to look at each other for a bit, then continue, followed by Twilight.

"Damn, the mortar team retreated more towards back to the beaches." The Sargent said, kicking over the wall of sandbags that surrounded the once-used mortar position. Looking up towards the hedgerow wall that blocked the view of their advance. "Lets move before they set up again."

The group of paratroopers begin to make their way to the hedgerow, picking up speed as seconds past. But for Clayton, he was worried about Twilight.

The look on the Sargeant's face was different than the other soldiers who haven't seen Twilight yet, that was either that Twilight was an animal that the other paratroopers has not seen, colorful and not like any pony or horse they have seen. But what worries Clayton the most is how his Commanding officers will react to her.

But he will worry of that, if, they make out of harms way for them all.

They finally reach the foot of the hedgerow, as they survey the area of enemy movement.

The Sargent crouches and lays down his Tompson, then pulling out a map from one of his pouches and lays it out on the dirt field.

"You two." The Sargent pointing to two of his squad members. "Go around and find out what is between us and the beaches, then report back."

"Yes, Sargent." The soldier said, then signaling the other assigned paratrooper before heading to their quick recon mission.

"Everyone gather up." The Sargent ordered. The all quickly form around him and the map. Clayton kneeling down next to him, then Drake, then Twilight just behind them.

"We have about two more fields to cross until we finally hit the beaches at Utah, and when we get there, begin clearing out the bunkers and the trenches to take some pressure off the 4th, and hope we might get some rest after we are done." He explained, "let's be quick and keep moving, don't get pinned or bogged down, because we don't have flanking support, close air support, or Artillery, we are already to close to friendly forces, we can't chance more causalities."

As the group of soldiers listen, Twilight was just looking around their surroundings, but she was listening to what was being said. She could see the two other soldiers at the end of the hedgerow that was blocking their view of what was to be seen in that direction.

Twilight began to look at the scenery and the weather.

The sky was still covered from grey-storm clouds, like it has since the sun was coming up, but she could only feel sprinkles and drops of rain. Their was a slight breeze of air through her fur, even causing her to shiver a bit from the cold air.

The nature around her was flat dirt fields, that could go on and on from what she has seen, tall walls of grass and bushes that outline the fields, brown wooden fences, the gravel roads, and large holes in the ground.

Besides all the chaos that has went on, her mind wonders of the world she is in, and exactly WHAT did she find herself in, and most importantly how did she...get...here...

How did she get here?

All she remembers since she arrived to her room was just that she was tired, and just falling asleep. The thought of the meeting with the Griffons must have made her very...tired...and...

Suddenly it hit her.

'Oh Celestia, the meeting!'

'The meeting with Griffon Kingdom for the recent disputes with Equestria-

Equestria, Celestia, the meeting, she has forgot about home...

She has been distracted and reeled in of what has happened this whole morning, even though it has been hours since she woke up in the world.

Twilight's mind was beginning to go crazy of her sudden realization of her situation.

How could she possibly get home? Did her friends and the Princesses notice she has disappeared? Or is this the same world in her-

"Sargent!"

The Sargeant looks up from the map, and spots the two scouts running back towards them. The yell knocks Twilight out of her thinking and condition, as she to, but is startled, turns towards the voice.

it was the Two paratroopers that were sent to recon of what was ahead. For both soldiers to reach the group and crouch into the ground.

"Report?" The Sargent asked.

"We spotted another machine gun position, but just one, just straight across the fields and across the road, positioned behind the bunkers," The soldier said, "We have also spotted German soldiers inside and positioned in the trenches, but no exact number of Germans."

"Any armor?"

"Just trucks parked behind the bunkers, and one halftrack too, but doesn't look it's operated right now, but we should move before they get that halftrack alive and running, sir, we have no way to take on armor, other than just our grenades." He finished explaining.

"I agree to, soldier, we've been to stationary to long, the boys need our help." The Sargent said, picking up the map and standing up, then stuffing the map back into his pouch.

"Lets split up, and give that MG no way to pin us down...Mack, Jason, Ripper, with me, we will flank left." He said, unslinging his Tompson, "While the rest of you flank right, Dickson, go with them."

"Yes sir." Responded the Paratrooper.

Then the group begins to run off to the left side of the hedgerow, disappearing behind the corner.

"Lets move, light on your feet boys!" Yelled Dickson, then begins to jog to their side, followed by the rest of the group.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long Hiatus and wait, but I will have a explanation on the next episode.

But anyway, hope you enjoy, and again, sorry.

And just for something ease more of your pain and wait, and something that will keep you thinking for this question...

What would you prefer?...

A Same-Universe American Football story...or an Alternate Universe American Football story?

Thanks, and have a nice day.