July 6th, 1008 ANM (AFTER NIGHTMARE MOON)

"In the land of Equestria. The two princesses were sitting on their thrones discussing plans and strategies to help them gain an upper hoof at trying to win a losing war."

"Sister, do you think we are going to win the war?" Luna question.

"I don’t know Luna the minotaurs and the Griffins already have most of our big cities like Manehattan, Germaney, Staliongrad Fillydelphia" Celestia answered.

Celestia sighed.

"Lulu I wish and pray to Faust that we find help. None of our allies are not wanting to participate in this war. Lulu, there are so many ponys dying in this pointless war."

Celestia started to tear up.

"Tia you know that there is a possibility that we could win," Luna replied.

Celestia was doubting her sister.

"Lulu we lost our major cities and most of our guard trying to regain those cities. They have these new weapons that can kill our ponys faster than any weapons that we have." Celestia exclaimed.

(Griffins & Minotaurs weapons are simple muskets broadswords blunderbusses and very early stages of WWI guns and artillery. While the Equestrians have normal swords and spears but modern medical care and alliances besides Technology E.G a TV for example.)

Luna was about to answer but Celestia cut her off.

"I just wish that none of this would happen to our little ponys. All of this torment should be directed to us Lulu, not them they don't deserve this."

Celestia was now starting to cry.

"I just want someone to help us Lulu I. I.."

She continued to weep but Faust heard her distress call.

Mean while in Afganistan (The Year 2008)

P.o.v: Mark Württenbürg

Mark was in his cupola seat with his tank crew on scout patrol on a nearby village believing that Taliban members are located there. He decided to have lunch and told the driver to halt near a dune.

"Driver can you halt at the nearby dunes I'm getting hungry over here," Mark exclaimed.

The driver reported through his headset and parked near the dunes. Mark told his crew to get out and have some lunch before they could continue on the scouting.

"Hey fellas let's have some lunch before we continue. gather our weapons in case of enemy contact." Mark Told his crewman.

10 minutes later.

They all got out of the tank and started to eat/prepare food. Mark has an MRE that has a label on it saying "spaghetti bolognese" before asking his crewmates what they got.

"You guys got anything good?" Asked Mark.

"Driver replied got a beef burger"

The loader complained: "I've got those plain ass tortillas with poison flavoured sauce."

Gunner answers excitedly: "I Fucking have the best one here a Japanese MRE." That he bought himself.

Mark smirked and replied.

"I got Spaghetti bolognese from New Zealand. I believe that's better than all of them."

The crewmen agreed to this and started to eat.

Mark was enjoying his food it has a hearty flavour to it he was full out enjoying it. he also has poweraid "NEW ZEALAND VERSION OF GATORADE" as his drink.

after eating with his crew he decided to get back to scout. First the driver and then the crew held in the turret finally Mark.

The Tank was now back on patrol and headed towards a nearby village (population 2000+ people)

Mark orders his crew to be on high alert.

"Driver gunner loader stay on high alert and check sides and rear for any suspicious people nearby also driver watch out for IEDs. "Mark ordered.

Mark also noticed some off looking people through his periscope but waved it off as civilians.

20 minutes later he was in the epicentre of the village. One long road was there and he had a gut feeling that something was not right. "I think we are going to get ambushed or something..."

"Driver halt," Mark ordered

Mark and his crew were scanning the surrounding area for about ten minutes. nothing strange but awfully quiet.

WHIRRR BANG!!!

An RPG just missed its shot 200M downrange.

"SHIT"

"RPG!!! DRIVER FULL FUCKING REVERSE NOW!" Mark yelled.

Whooshing past are a few more RPG rockets but one manages to hit the front only to damage the barrel of the gun.

WIRRR BANG!!!

"SIR THE MAIN GUN IS OUT OF DUTY!" The gunner yelled

"FUCK SAKES!" Mark yelled.

They were around a quarter way out of the village.

"GUNNER OPEN FIRE WITH COAXIAL MG MAKE SURE NO CIVILIAN CAUSALITY!" Mark ordered

"AFFIRMATIVE!" Replied the Gunner

"LOADER MOUNT THE MG ON TOP!" Mark ordered.

"YES, SIR!" The loader replied

The constant gunfire from the cupola mounted MG3 sounded like a buzz saw.

Halfway out of the village and then the exit was blocked by debris and vehicles. A shot could be heard from a Dragunov and an RPG aimed right for the Leopards left tracks.

WIRRR BANG!!!!!

The tank jerked off to the right and exposed the left side of the tank.

The driver yelled: "SIR OUR TRACKS ARE DOWN WE ARE PRACTICALLY STUCK... FUCKKK!"

"Shit this has gone wrong very wrong." Was in Mark's mind

Mark is now in thought. this is the end he thought. He thought of his mother and father when he was younger like his childhood young. Also how his military life changed him. He was glad to out with a smile on his face knowing he died for his country.

"A whistle-like sound from at least two RPGs could be heard from Mark's Left he also saw his Loader Dead. When he looked left his eyes were lifeless a hole in his head blood in the crew compartment brain matter on the floor of his tank. His Loader was killed by a sniper when he was mounted on the cupola MG.

Mark realized that the ammo rack bay was still open due to a very inexperienced loader and stress. One RPG rocket slammed right on the front left side killing the driver and one for the ammo rack.

Time seemed to slow down. His mind seems to be in some sort of peace. The rocket exploded. He saw the molten steel in the HEAT round jetting into the ammo rack. Slowly and one by one the shells began to explode. Mark was feeling the heat coming towards him.

He closed his eyes saying one more thing.

"May peace come into my next life...."

The fire hits him burning everything on him. Pain was all he can feel but he couldn't scream. His body and uniform start to burn and blacken, plastic melting on to him. His vision blurred and then black.

"Is this how dying feels like?" He thought.

Mark could still think even though he was Dead so he thought. Mark was confused. how could he still imagine things when he's dead.

Suddenly a voice could be heard

"You can live another life of peace but you must help them win a war for that peace. I'm also going to grant you your weapons and a body of an Alicorn/unicorn/human (wings hidden for now and also can turn back to human with free will). Good luck on your adventure my little human."

Mark's mind was racing.

"Who was that?" He asked himself.

"Fight another war? But I just died?!?!?"

Suddenly his vision became white.

Author's Note

I need some opinion on the edited prologue