Grey Tiger

The night is crisp.

My head is bare except for my horrid scars across my muzzle and down my neck, my horn is long. The rest of me is covered in my black Germpony Panzer Commander outfit. Looking at my maps for our next move against the Allies. High Command ordered me to take Prance, we’re almost at Paris. I wish I couldn’t do this. My friend, King Amarion, king of Prance, was a close friend of mine.

Oh gosh, I hate this war. I was the symbol of peace between Equestria and Germpony. Sadly, my father died before I was born. I was supposed to be the new Kaiser after him. I declined when I was of age. My mother, Celestia, took care of me, loved me. But sent me away for what she thought as I was a spy for the cold-blooded dictator of Germpony. Diplomatic relations stopped, shooting started. And Anon Poner, the Supreme Leader of Germpony, made me commander of all Panzer Battalions. And I know panzer tactics, and I execute them well.

Frowning at my thoughts. I need to pay attention to this operation. If I falter, they’ll kill me in cold blood. I need to survive this war. Come back home to my love in Equestria, and forget everything of what I did in this War.

After some time, I finish looking at the plans I made and had them all sent out to the corresponding regiments and company leaders. I thought of my Panzer IV. I hate it, but, it keeps me safe. But many of my other comrades who were in it, died. One by one, dead, and I haven’t. I hate this, I wish it was me and not them. Spare them mother, and not me, mother! My train of thought breaks as Blue trots in. I lift my head to face him.

“What do you want?” I said in a heavy sound of irritation. Blue stands aback at this.

“Sir, we’re ready, we have a gunner replacement, his name is Mike. We can head out now.”

“We’re about ten kilometers to Paris. We leave at morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I would like to meet this new gunner of ours, bring him in here now.”

“Yes, sir.”

I watch him leave. In a few moments, a pony with a hide of gold and a well-groomed mane of orange, green, blue, and yellow mane. I know that mane will be a mess in less than a week. He’s a pegasus. I’m starting to like him for this. He should be with the Luftwaffe. I watch him stand in attention, he salutes.

“You called for me, sir?” He said with a soft voice. I have a feeling he’s going to be a problem. I stare upon his perfectly clean panzer outfit, noticing his pips on his shoulders.

“Yes, I have. How good is your aim?”

“I was the top one in my training group.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Good. I’d suggest taking off those pips, they show your rank. And our enemies will kill you because of that. And rest well. You’ll need it.” I said dreadfully. He’s going to be dead in a week.

“Yes, sir.” And with that, he exited my tent.

Getting up from my chair, I outstretched my wings. Oh they hurt when I don’t stretch them. I trot over to my cot. Using my magic to pull up the covers, I slip my boots off and I slip into my cot. The battle tomorrow will have resistance. But their tanks are inferior to ours. I wish this doesn’t have to happen. I hope they don’t hurt Dabney when they storm the royal palace. I quickly fall asleep.