Lost Soldier

June 7 1944 Pvt. William Hartley – Canadian Armed Forces – Medical Division

David Smith, Check. Joesph Elder, Check. Allen Rouse, Check, John Davis, Che- What?

Pvt. William Hartley stared at the empty stretcher in front of him, puzzled. He double checked the number on the stretcher with the number on his clipboard. Yep, a man named John Davis was supposed to be in this cot. But where had he gone? This section of the medical tent was reserved for the most serious of injuries. People who ended up in here couldn't just stand up and walk away.

William approached the lieutenant in charge of the hospital tent. He was a tall and intimidating man who preferred to get straight to the point in conversations.

“Sir, We have a missing patient over in the serious injury ward.”

“Impossible, nobody ever goes missing from there. He's either dead or someone screwed up the paperwork” Said the lieutenant

“Really sir, a man named John Davis is supposed to be in cot number eighteen, He's not there.”

The lieutenant took a puff on his cigar.

“Alright, let me see.”

William showed the lieutenant the list of patients and the empty stretcher.

“Well this is unusual.” He said

The lieutenant took another puff on his cigar before speaking up.

“Private, mark this John Davis down as a casualty. As far as you know, he's dead, a victim of German machine gun fire.”

“But sir, standard procedure is to-”

“To hell with standard procedure! This is war and I outrank you! Now do as I tell you.”

“Yes sir” replied Pvt. Hartley

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“And now you're here.” Said Twilight

I stopped for a second to reflect on what Twilight had just said. Apparently, Twilight had been experimenting with something called “Inter Dimensional Travel Magic” (Whatever that might happen to be). She had accidentally opened a portal between her dimension and my dimension. My body had fallen through that portal sometime after I got shot.

Something clicked in my brain at that moment. It was as if I was seeing things with a whole different set of eyes.

“Umm, Dave? Ya alright there? You're lookin' a bit funny.” Asked Applejack

“I'm in a fairy tail world full of talking neon horses and unicorns. My home is god knows how many light years away and for some reason I have accepted this as normal for the past few weeks. So to answer your question, No; I'm anything but alright. In fact, I'd actually prefer to go back to the hellish nightmare that I came from.”

All of the ponies stared at me.

“What's a god?” asked Pinkie pie

“I, I need to get some air.” I said

I stepped out the door of the tree that I was in and started running as fast as my legs would take me.

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June 15th 1944 - Toronto Ontario – Davis Household

Markus Davis walked in front of his upper class Toronto home and opened the mailbox.

“Bills, bills, bills.”

He stopped and stared at a particular letter. It was in an envelope affixed with the Canadian Army's logo.

Markus rushed inside to his wife, Shelly.

“Shell! I've got a letter from John.”

“Oh my, let me see.” Said Shelly Davis, as she walked down the house's main staircase

The two parents sat down at their kitchen table; Markus opened the letter. As he read it, the look of happiness on his face slowly evolved into something much different.

“Is everything alright?” Asked Shelly

“Shell?”

“Yes dear?”

Markus swallowed.

“He's gone; We've lost our son.”