Pride of the French Uniform

by Vonpanzer

Rating: mature
Tags: Death, Alternate Universe, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Royal Guard, Adventure, Shining Armor, Profanity, Gore, Violence
Length: 1277

Albert Severin Roche, a man who did so much for his homeland, is lying on his death bed. When he closes his eyes for the last time in this world, He wakes up in a new one

(this story takes inspiration from sabaton's song "The first Soldier")

The year is 1939, and the second world war is eminent. On his death bed, Albert Roche has no idea of the horrors to come, and he never will. He, who had come from a small farm, to become one of France's Most decorated soldiers, Has met his end in an accident while departing from a bus. As he closes his eyes for the last time, he remembers his medals, his deeds, and his family. When he draws his last breath on this world, he begins to come to in a new world, A world devoid of war and the modern comforts he had in his later life. He wakes up with just his Uniform, a rifle, and strangely enough, in the woods. What Albert doesn't know is that he is now in Equestria. What is a Man to do in everfree forest, except follow tracks.

(The photo is what Albert looks like, except in 1915/16 French uniform, Google it if you must, Death and gore are for future chapters

Published 2023-01-22 22:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-01-24 02:34:01 UTC

Chapter 1:Strange New world

Author's Note

spoken Text in bold is in French, spoken Text in normal font is in English.

Once again, I'm open to criticism, Please tell me where I need to improve, and I shall improve there

Chapter 1:Strange New world

Albert sat up with a start, his breathing was heavy and he looked all around him. “What, a forest, but I was just in a hospital” Albert exclaimed. “Ok, ok, ok, (deep breath) calm yourself Albert, you were a soldier, a little forest shouldn’t scare you” Albert reasoned with himself. He calmed himself and as he did he noticed a couple things. First of all he noticed a small pond nearby, and that he was wearing his old army Uniform. “What the hell am I doing in an army uniform, I haven’t worn something like this since the great war” Albert said to himself. It was only then that he realized that his voice seemed higher, if only a little bit. He noticed a Rifle next to him.

Albert picked up the rifle, and stood up, since his legs were a little wobbly to start he used the rifle to help him get his balance back. Once he felt good enough to walk, he began to walk over to the pond to get a good look at himself. When he looked in the pond, he couldn’t believe his eyes “My god, I look like my young self again, But how, I was forty four and on my deathbed, so how did I end up in a forest looking like my younger self, Nevertheless in uniform” Albert questioned, even though he knew no one would answer. He sighed, and walked away from the pond.

“Well no matter, If god wishes me to become a soldier once more, then a soldier I shall be again” Albert said to himself. It was then that he Heard a set of fearful screams, coming from north of him. “That sounds like children's screams, but what are a bunch of children doing out in the woods, well no time to think now, I have to help them” he yelled to himself, and he began to run toward the screams, Rifle with bayonet fixed in hand. He ran as fast as he could toward the screams, he only hoped that he would get to them in time.

He heard a young girl's voice say “Girls, my hoof is stuck, go on without me”. “Never sweetie, We won’t just leave you” screamed another young girl’s voice, though this one had a southern USA accent to it.

Without even realizing he yelled in English “I’m coming to help stay right where you are”.

A small, raspy voice responded “okay mister, but hurry, the timber wolves are getting closer, and our friend is stuck”. Wolves, that wasn’t good, he picked up the pace, he could feel his lungs burn, when he suddenly burst through the bushes, and saw “Wolves made of wood, that doesn’t seem possible, no matter” Albert Muttered to himself, before shouting out “hey get away from the Children you filthy Wooden beast” before he fired a bullet into the head to the first wolf he saw. The two remaining wolves immediately turned their heads away from the, Ponies? And toward Albert. They roared and began to run towards him, but before they could get even close, Albert shot the two other wolves before they could even get close.

As the wolves fell over dead, he slung his rifle over his shoulder, and walked toward the three tiny ponies who were staring at him in amazement. “Hello there Little one’s, my name is Albert, Albert Severin Roche, who are you three” he asked while prying the white filly?, yeah filly, from the rocks her hoof was stuck in.

“Um, well I'm applebloom, Mr. Albert, and the pegasus is scootaloo, and the Unicorn is sweetie bell”. Albert raised an eyebrow at that, but when he looked at the small orange filly, he saw that she did have a small pair of wings, and the white filly had a horn on her head.

He smiled and Said “It's a pleasure to meet you three, now if I may ask, why are you three here in the woods on your own”.

“Well you see, were the cutie mark crusaders, and well, we were trying to get our cutie marks in forest mapping, now that I think of it, it may not have been such a good idea”.

“Well, I’ll say so, now why don’t I help you three back to a town, does that sound good”. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, let's head home girls”. And with that Albert thought he had seen everything, little did he know, he would see a whole town of ponies.

Chapter 2:French Soldier In a Pony Town Pt 1

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Prologue: DeathBed

The year is 1939, In Sainte-Marthe Hospital, France, lies Albert Serverin Roche. He is Wounded and dying. After an accident with a car while he was departing from the bus on his way back from work. Albert Roche, One of the greatest and most decorated soldiers in French History, A man who had survived wounds from the great war, was dying from a car accident.

He lies on his deathbed, he begins to reflect on his life. His Achievements, his mistakes, and the risks he took. When he was younger man, when he was a nobody on a farm, he ran away from home to try and join the French army. When his fellow soldiers judged him for his height, and were skeptical of his ability to perform on the field, he ran to try and join the front where the fighting was. When he was caught he was almost executed for being a deserter. By some miracle, he somehow survived.

He was eventually assigned to the 27th battalion of Chasseur Alpins, of which he would contribute to helping the battalion gaining its nickname of the Blue Devils from the German Krauts. He eventually became the sole survivor of the Sudel trench, and would single handedly prevent a German attack. He did this by interchangeably using his dead comrade’s weapons.

He remembered the time he was captured with his lieutenant. He would manage to overcome his Kraut Captor, and free himself and his lieutenant. Unfortunately his lieutenant was too injured to walk, and so he picked him up and carried him back to base on his shoulders. All the while, he captured 42 prisoners, and led them back to base.

His final great deed was his leopard crawl through no-mans land. He had crawled under fire for Six hours. He was crawling toward his wounded captain, to try and get him back to safety. After crawling back four hours to hand him to stretcher bearers, he fell asleep. When he was found sleeping in a guard hole, he was nearly sent to the firing squad for sleeping on duty. Miraculously his captain woke up, and provided testimony which saved his life.

And Now Here he lay, awaiting the release of death. He breathed heavily one last time. And with this final breath, Albert closed his eyes. The nurse came in to check on him, only to find him not breathing. She called a doctor in and he determined that he had died at 5 o’clock. As Albert Serverin Roche left our world, he began to stir in a new one

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at a story, please leave a comment on what you think. I know this is a little short, but That is how I want the Prologue to be. Thank you and have a good Day/noon/afternoon/night