The War of '63

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June 8th, 1963.

2:47 AM

Canterlot Palace

"Um, your majesty?"

Celestia awoke to find the outline of a military commander, silhouetted against the light from the hall, standing at the foot of her bed.

"Eldorado!" she gasped, as she turned on the lights, revealing her most trusted general, "What are you doing here in the dead of night! How did you even get past the guards?!"

"Well," the general explained, "Ah'm a good friend of Royal Guard Captain Randolph, we worked together for years at the, uh....." He broke down to a whisper, so that the ponies in the next room over could not hear them. "....Rainbow Factory...."

"Whatever it is, it can wait until the morning." The princess began to hustle him out the door, but he put his hoof out, to signal her to stop.

"Ah don't think it can wait..." He pulled a small map from his dresscoat, with the US border marked very clearly.

"You see,  radar has detected US troops incoming from Salt Lake City. Other posts have detected troops from Carson City, Nevada and Boise, Idaho. The first wave from Salt Lake will be at our southern borders in 6 hours."

Celestia stood bewildered, shocked at the sudden threat. America had been a close ally since the end of the American Civil War, when they had discovered the paradise that is Equestria, which had been Confederate-occupied since the beginning of the conflict. The two nations had fought together through The Spanish-American War, World War I and II, and even Korea, but now, they were suddenly against each other?

"This can't be right." She grabbed her crown, which was laying on the nightstand, next to a half-full glass of water, and started out, into the hallway, her hair still a single shade of pink, as it was in the morning. "General Brougham, get Washington D.C. on the phone, we have a crisis on our hands."

"We've been accepting WHAT?!"

"I'm sorry, Celestia," Kennedy explained over the phone, "I have always liked your little country, very, er...Quaint. But, sources have indicated that you've been accepting deliveries of Soviet R-11 missiles, and possibly have obtained the, uh, blueprints, to build your own."

"Mr. Kennedy," Celestia responded, "Who reported this? Whoever they are, I can assure you, they're lying. Most military personnel in Equestria have never even layed eyes on a missile before, let alone thought of using one against NATO."

"Well, then," The US president reasoned, "If you don't have any, you wouldn't mind if we just came in and made sure?"

The white alicorn threw the phone down in frustration. She was the goddess of the sun, she didn't have the time, let alone patience, to deal with the smooth-talking American politician.

"Ready the troops," she ordered Eldorado, "If we don't have enough to defend, than START A DRAFT!"

"Yes, ma'am." The general hurried out of the throne room, urgent, almost eager to fulfill the orders, and commence the gears of war to start turning.

Celestia sighed, remembering all that her and Eldorado had been through. She had raised him herself, a young, "Alicorn", given to her by a railroad tycoon in 1893. He grew up to be an essential strategist in the Equestrian Armed Forces, earning his general stars very easily. Pity his horn fell off in 1945, he would've made a wonderful prince.

"Never mind that, now," she thought to herself, "I must warn the citizens."

That night, Celestia's war address buzzed across radiowaves, aired on televisions, and was telegraphed to everywhere in Equestria.

And, so began a war. A war where both sides fought to, "defend their country". A war where both sides were the "Good Guy", in terms of actions. Equestria was defending it's borders, and America was defending themselves, and the rest of the world, from missiles that didn't even exist. This conflict had shockwaves that last to this day. This is The War of 1963.