After the exhibits on the aircraft, the group passed through a small gallery dedicated to the US Navy, and the US Coast Guard in Vietnam. On display were various uniforms and weapons used by them, as well as models of the various destroyers, aircraft carriers, gunboats, river patrol craft, river monitors, cruisers, logistics ships, hospital ships, and other vessels used in the war, including a 1/72 scale model of the Iowa-Class Battleship USS New Jersey BB-62 in her Vietnam War-configuration.

"Out of everything the US used in Vietnam, 2 of them have a very special place in terms of what the North Vietnamese feared the most. One was the B-52 bomber, and the other was the Battleship USS New Jersey BB-62. She was the only US Battleship still in active service at that time, and she only served for one tour of duty in Vietnam from 1967-1969, but while she was there, the North Vietnamese were terrified of her."

"Why's that?" Sgt. Oran asked.

"Because they had nothing that they could use to kill it with. It could sit well outside of the range of their shore-based guns, and their missiles could be intercepted by the ship's countermeasures, or the countermeasures of her escorts. And of course, the ship had 9 x 16in guns, and 20 x 5in guns, all of which were used to inflict massive damage to enemy targets inland. All they could do was hide, and wait for the battleship to go away. By the time USS New Jersey withdrew, she'd fired 5,688 rounds of 16in shells, and 14,891 rounds of 5in shells."

"But why was her tour of duty so short?" A Caribou asked.

Austin sighed. "That was because of something talked about at a peace conference, and the US Government's extreme idiocy. The Vietnamese were so afraid of the New Jersey that they refused to come to the peace table until the ship had been decommissioned, and in an act of extreme idiocy, the US Navy ordered the ship to be withdrawn back to the US, where she was decommissioned. This was so stupid, as the USS New Jersey's guns could have hit up to 85% of targets in Vietnam that were being hit by aircraft, and with appalling losses thanks to North Vietnamese anti-aircraft weapons. Had they used the New Jersey to hit those targets though, then all of those dead and wounded pilots would have still been just fine. This was just another example in a rapidly growing list of examples of why politicians have no place in deciding military tactics, as it was their bad decisions, and micromanaging that ended up costing us the war."

"Sounds like they should have kept the New Jersey on-station, and then brought in another battleship to supplement it; force the North Vietnamese to the peace table."

"That's exactly right, Sergeant Oran. And as you'll soon see, this was but one of so many problems with the war that made it unwinnable for us. That's what the last galleries are dedicated to; the various engagements of the war, and the oh-so-many mistakes made by the shitheads in Washington that cost lives, local support, and the whole f@#king war, and that's going with the belief that we should have even been involved with this war to begin with!"

Austin then paused. He was about to go off on another rant, but decided to save it for the next galleries, and then led the way there.

The last galleries contained various dioramas of major battles in the Vietnam War, as well as various full-sized displays of battle scenes with mannequins, and a few statues as well, plus a few more displays of weapons, including various artillery pieces, flamethrowers, rocket launchers, and even an M67A1 Flamethrower Tank. It was also in these galleries that the 4 Caribou had been murdered by unknown forces, a fact that wasn't lost on them. Nor was the fact that they couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, despite there being no one else around.

".....And that's what made this whole war so damn hard." Austin was saying. "Not only were we fighting against the North Vietnamese, we also had to worry about the Charlies in the South, as well as supplies and troops coming in from 'neutral' Laos and Cambodia next door, plus weapons and advisers from the Soviet Union and China, and on top of this, our political leaders wanted to micromanage everything, rather than just set broad strategies, and then let the actual military professionals do their damn jobs!

And on top of all of this, we weren't even allowed to directly invade North Vietnam, and until the last few years of the war, we weren't allowed to bomb bases in Laos and Cambodia either. And on top of THIS, South Vietnam wasn't even all that great. It was corrupt, undemocratic, and extremely unstable, having gone through several coups WHILE the war was going on! It was an absolute shitshow! AND ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS, not only did we win every single battle of the war, somehow we STILL LOST!!!" He finished, absolutely exasperated.

The Caribou were shocked. Never had they ever heard of any case of a military engagement like what Austin had just described, where the leadership of the "good guys" had so thoroughly hobbled their own military forces in the face of such overwhelming odds.

"And why were you guys even fighting in this war? The North Vietnamese weren't a threat to the Mainland United States."

"A very good question, Lieutenant Alston, and there's no easy answer here. Supposedly, it was to fight off Communist aggression, which was true, but at the same time........we never should have even been there at all. It wasn't our war. Tens of thousands dead, so many more wounded, thousands of POW's, and God only knows how many MIA. And for what? All we did was fight, win every battle, and then withdraw, and South Vietnam fell within a year."

"Why did the US pull out of Vietnam?" A Caribou asked.

"Because the American public was tired of the war. They were tired of all the death and destruction, and nothing being gained for it. The anti-war sentiment at home was growing stronger by the day...." Austin then went on to explain about the anti-war protests, the draft-dodgers, the riots, and it looked like he was about to say something else, but stopped. He then walked towards a display case instead, the full-force of his PTSD coming back to him.

The Caribou then began to fan out again, and look at the various displays.

"Hey, Austin? What's going on here?" A Caribou asked, pointing to a display where a mannequin was crawling through what seemed to be some kind of tunnel.

"That display pays homage to the most dangerous job in the Vietnam War; being a 'Tunnel Rat'. The Viet-Cong dug a massive series of tunnels, bunkers, and other underground fortifications all over South Vietnam, and it was the job of the Tunnel Rats to go in there, armed only with a pistol and a knife, and clear them out before detonating them with explosives. They couldn't risk using any kind of light, lest they give away their position, and they were in constant danger of enemy soldiers, booby traps, dangerous jungle insects, venomous snakes, other jungle creatures, and of course being buried alive, as those tunnels were oftentimes very unstable. It was a horrendous job that no one wanted, with the casualty rate being 33%, and that's just those who died. Add in the wounded, and that casualty rate jumps up to about 55%. I knew a couple of Tunnel Rats, and they were among the lucky ones who got to come home."

Austin then turned back to the display he'd stopped in front of, which contained a mannequin wearing his old US Marines uniform and helmet with a black pawprint on the side of it, with a weapons display case next to it, and began to open the weapons display case with a set of keys he carried, and inside was an empty space where a gun should be.

"So....this was your uniform and weapons from the Vietnam War?" Lt. Alston asked him.

Austin nodded. "Yep. Normally they didn't let you bring home your guns, but some of us got pretty creative with how we smuggled them back to the US piece by piece. Let's just say I mailed a LOT of 'gifts' home to my family and friends prior to 1974. That's how I got my M14 back to the US."

"And what about your pistol, and M16?"

"I was lucky enough to be able to buy my pistol off of the US Army at a discounted rate after the war ended, but as for my M16, it just appeared the day I arrived in Equestria; somehow it found its way back to me. To this day, I have no idea how it happened, but I'm thankful that it did." Austin then placed his M14 back inside of the display case, and locked it up again.

"And do you know what the worst part of the war was, Lieutenant? Worse than being wounded, worse than the PTSD I got from it, worse than losing the war?"

"What was it?"

"How we were treated when we came back from the war. In previous wars, the boys who came back were always given a Hero's Welcome, complete with ticker-tape parades, awards, holidays, the works, but this time around, there was none of that. Everyone treated us with utter disgust, scorn, and hatred. They spit in our faces, yelled at us, called us 'murderers', and 'baby-killers', and refused to have anything to do with us. Hell, even the fallen from that war had to wait years just to even get a memorial dedicated to them. We lost so much in that war, and this was how we were treated.

It's no wonder so many of us turned to alcohol, drugs, and other vices. And eventually, it just becomes too much in some cases, and you take the easy way out. It's quick, painless, and solves so many of your problems. I got tired of it too, and just wanted all the pain to be over. And I made sure my pain was over forever.....until I arrived here alive and well anyway. Then it was 'murderer' and 'baby-killer' all over again, but this time the Ponies scorned my being a soldier, and wanting to build the Vietnam War Museum. I built it anyway, but it's no fun when you're pretty much the only one who truly cares about it."

Austin had turned away from Lt. Alston, and was looking at a massive floor-to-ceiling, and wall-to-wall display nearby. This one contained the names and ranks of every US Service Member who'd been killed, wounded, was a POW, or went missing in Vietnam, and he traced his finger over his own name, and for a moment, when he saw his reflection in the memorial display, he saw himself as the younger man he was in Vietnam, and all around him were the reflections of his friends and comrades who didn't come home.

He smiled sadly when he saw them, and they smiled when they saw him, but then Austin saw them frown and scowl when they saw the Caribou behind him. He shook his head, quietly mouthing the words, "Not yet. Just give me a little bit more time to get away from them, and take care of a few things. Then you can." They nodded, before fading away for the time being.

Austin then turned around to see that some Caribou had climbed over a railing, and were now inside of one of the displays, pretending that they were running through the jungle while another Caribou took pictures of them.

"Hey! Get out of that display right now! That is NOT a playground!" He yelled angrily.

"Heh, make 'em, Old Man!" Sgt. Oran laughed.

Austin looked around for Lt. Alston, but he'd stepped out for a bit, most likely to use the restroom. He knew that the time was now right to start making things happen, and make the Caribou pay, not only for the utter disrespect they were showing to the Museum, but also for their sins while conquering Equestria.

"Hey, I wanna show you guys something." He said suddenly.

"What is it?" The Caribou asked.

"Have you guys ever seen a flamethrower attached to a tank?"

"No, we haven't, but that sounds really cool."

"Oh, it is cool. It's over here in the gallery next door. Follow me."

Austin then walked into the gallery next door, with the Caribou following a short time later, even those who'd been inside the display, little knowing what was about to happen now that the time was 8pm.

The Caribou entered the gallery, which was mostly full of various artillery pieces, and a few self-propelled guns, and while they did see the flamethrower tank, an M61A1, they noticed something else; Austin was nowhere to be seen. They'd seen him walk into the gallery, and they followed him maybe 10 seconds later, but then he'd suddenly vanished.

"Austin? Where'd you go?" One of the Caribou asked.

There was no reply.

Now the Caribou were on edge, and many of them pulled out their weapons. They knew that 4 of their comrades were now dead, and they weren't going to be following them. Sgt. Oran and a few other Caribou began to quickly check around the gallery to make sure that Austin wasn't hiding in or underneath any of the weapons on display, and when he walked in a minute or so later, Lt. Alston asked what was going on.

"Austin's gone, Sir! He said that he wanted to show us something in this gallery, and he walked in here, with us following a few seconds later, and then he just vanished! We've been looking around for him, but we can't find him anywhere!"

"Is this true, Sergeant?" Alston asked.

"Yes, Sir. He's got to still be here somewhere, and we'll find him. And when we do, should we kill him?"

"No, not yet. He will be punished, but first he'll be showing us exactly how all of these weapons work, and then we'll kill him."

Just then, the museum's intercom system crackled to life.

"Attention, attention. The time is now 8pm, which means that the Vietnam War Museum is closing for the day. Please make your way to the front doors, and finish up making your final purchases in the gift shop. We hope that you enjoyed your time here today, and we hope to see you all again very soon. Goodnight everyone!"

"Hey, that sounded like Austin's voice!" One of the Caribou called.

Some of them began to make their way to the front of the museum, and they arrived just in time to see a metal security door lower over the front entry doors, and lock into place while another security gate lowered over the gift shop's entrance.

"Hey, we're locked in!"

They tried to find another way out, but the few side doors there were were all locked, including a fire exit door, and all of the windows had those metal bars on them. Then many of the lights in the museum turned off, leaving only a few lights on here and there, as well as the lights lighting up the displays.

The Caribou then quickly regrouped in the gallery with all of the vehicles in it to try and figure out what to do. A lot of them were worried, as there seemed to be no way out, and Austin still hadn't been found. Some of them wanted to smash up the displays, but Lt. Alston forbade this, as they still needed to use the weapons in them for later. He then tried to contact Captain Erich, or anyone else outside of the museum, but the signal wasn't getting through. The sun was almost completely down outside, and the Caribou knew that if they didn't get out soon, they were going to be stuck inside the museum for the night, or even longer if Austin didn't come back to let them out. However, little did the Caribou know that their problems were about to get a whole lot worse.

Suddenly, the Caribou began to hear a series of loud thuds, as well as loud, metallic footsteps coming from nearby, and in multiple directions.

"Um, Guys? What're those noises?"

"I...I don't know."

The Caribou were nervous, but some of them went to investigate the noises, the closest of which were coming from the gallery where they'd been earlier, the one with all of the battle displays. They looked inside, expecting to see Austin, or something along those lines, but what they saw was so much worse.

All of the mannequins and statues in this room were now moving around, seemingly coming to life, and were climbing and jumping down from their displays and pedestals, and grabbing their weapons. They turned and looked towards the Caribou, and while they only had basic facial features, or no facial features at all, the Caribou could tell that they were looking at them coldly. Just then, one of the mannequins, who was wearing the uniform of a high-ranking officer, pointed at the Caribou.

"Get them." It said coldly. "Do not let them escape."

"Yes, Sir." The others replied with equal coldness. They then began to open fire on the Caribou, while others charged at them with their bayonets, knives, and machetes.

The Caribou meanwhile were yelling, screaming, and running, trying to get away from the living mannequins and statues, or trying to fight them, but it made little difference. They were already dead. No matter where they went in the museum, there were always more statues and mannequins waiting for them, and not all of them were Soldiers or Marines; some were Airmen, while others wore the uniforms of the US Navy, and US Coast Guard. But all of them were equally deadly, and had their own ways of killing the Caribou.

One Caribou tried to hide in the bathrooms, only to be grabbed from behind by a Coast Guardsman, and had his head slammed into the nearest toilet. The mannequin then held the Caribou's head in place in the toilet bowl, repeatedly flushing the toilet until the Caribou had been drowned.

Two more Caribou had tried to run through a gallery, but failed to see the tripwire that a mannequin had strung across the doorway, and they both fell to the floor, and were quickly stabbed to death by several soldiers with bayonets.

"THIS IS INSANE!!!!" A Caribou screamed as he ran. "THERE'S NO WAY THAT THESE THINGS ARE ALIVE!!!!"

"They've got to be......." Another Caribou started to reply, before being shot in the chest with several large caliber rounds, while the Caribou who had just been screaming was allowed to keep running in a panic.

He ran past one of his comrades who'd been strung up by his neck with a piece of rope hanging off of a M60 tank's main gun, and was now hanging lifeless in the noose, and past two more of his comrades who'd fallen victim to booby traps laid out by US Marines mannequins, and he hid inside of a battle scene display, next to what he thought was his friend Coron.

"Coron, is that you?" He asked as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. However, Coron never answered, as his head slumped to the side, suddenly revealing that he'd had his brains blown out by a sniper!

"HOLY F@#K!!!" The Caribou screamed.

Just then though, two arms suddenly reached out from the display, which was the Tunnel Rat display, and drug the Caribou kicking and screaming into the display!

"Surprise!" A mannequin's voice said in a laughing whisper, before stabbing the Caribou to death.

All over the museum, the Caribou's numbers were rapidly dwindling, as more and more of them were being killed off by the mannequins and statues within the museum. One of the Caribou, the same one who'd stolen a tube of Green Army Men from the gift shop earlier, eventually made it back to the front doors, and tried to break through the security door, but was unable to. He was however successful in breaking into the gift shop, hoping to find a way out there, but it wasn't to be.

"So, did you really think you could get away with stealing, Dirt Bag?" A voice from nearby said.

The Caribou looked, and to his shock, the shelves near him were full of Green Army Men, and other toy soldiers, some of whom were in vehicles, and they were led by the one who spoke, a vintage GI Joe Jungle Commando doll, who was sharpening his machete, and looking at the Caribou menacingly. He tried to run, but stumbled into a rack of postcards, and fell to the floor. He tried to get back up, but the toys all pounced on him. The last thing the thief ever saw was the grinning face of the GI Joe Jungle Commando as he raised his machete, and brought it down on his face.

Meanwhile, Sgt. Oran and a few other Caribou with him had managed to dodge a machine gun nest, and a door gunner on a helicopter, and finally managed to break open a back door, and they ran outside, the door closing behind them.

"We did it! We're finally free!!!" One of the Caribou yelled.

"What about the others though?" Another asked.

"Forget them!" Sgt. Oran muttered. "We're lucky to be alive. Now let's get out of here, and back to Captain Erich, and have him send in an army to level this place!"

"Going somewhere, Sergeant?" A sinister voice suddenly said from somewhere nearby.

Sgt. Oran and the other Caribou looked up, and to their horror, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by these ghostly looking statues that hadn't been there a minute or so earlier when they made it outside.

"I think not." The statue who'd spoken said in a cold voice.

The few other Caribou with him tried to run, only to be quickly gunned down by the statues. Then Sgt. Oran charged at them with his sword, only to have his sword bounce off them, and he was quickly grabbed by the statue who had spoken earlier, and who seemed to be their leader, and lifted into the air by his neck. He tried to break the grip that was holding him, but it was too strong. It was also ice-cold, and stony. Then, before he could struggle anymore, the statue grabbed Sgt Oran's sword, and drove it deep into his gut. Sgt Oran was soon choking on his own blood, meaning that the wound was fatal. In his final moments though, he looked at the statue holding him by the neck dead in the eyes.

"What......what....are you?" He chokingly asked.

"We are those who were left behind." The statue replied coldly. "We never got to go home, and found ourselves here. And we have seen what you and the other Caribou have done, and now we are your judge...." The statue rammed Sgt. Oran's sword deeper into his stomach. "....Jury....." The statue squeezed his neck harder. ".....And executioner." It finished, snapping Sgt. Oran's neck, and letting his bloody corpse fall to the ground.

The statues then returned to their positions guarding the museum's perimeter, just in case any other Caribou made it outside.

All while the Caribou were being slaughtered, Lt. Alston was in hiding inside of an M1113 APC. He managed to lock all of the exterior hatches, and all he could do was wait, listen, and pray. It was horrible. All around him he could hear the sounds of the other Caribou being slaughtered. He could hear their cries, screams, and even their pleas for mercy, but there was no mercy, save for a quick death. And not all of the Caribou died quickly. From what Alston could tell, some of them were killed off quickly, but others were forced to endure a long, slow death, screaming in agonizing pain. And the worst part was that the cries of sheer terror became fewer and farther between, until he could only hear a few lone voices left.

One Caribou came running into the gallery, panting, sweating, and Alston dared to take a tiny peek through a crack in the APC's hatch, and regretted doing so forevermore. He saw a lone Caribou soldier, bloodied, and covered in sweat, and he had a number of wounds on him, seemingly being both bullet and knife wounds. He sank to his knees next to a railing, clearly exhausted, but then his pursuers entered the gallery. Several mannequins, and a few statues began to walk slowly towards him, one of them carrying a flamethrower. The Caribou could only start crying.

"Please, I surrender. Please have mercy on me. From one soldier to another."

The pursuers stopped, and then their leader, who's uniform bore the insignia of a Lieutenant, spoke up.

"No, you are not a soldier. Soldiers don't do what you do. You plunder, you torture, you rape mares. You are not like us."

"Yes, I am." The Caribou protested. "What about one of your own men? Lieutenant.......William.....Casey....Calley? Something like that. He and his Platoon committed the My Lai Massacre! We NEVER did anything like that!."

"My Lai was a tragedy, but that was wartime, and they were helping the Viet-Cong. Lt. Calley was used as a scapegoat when news of what happened reached the public. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and his superiors used him as a scapegoat to cover up their own crimes."

"How do you know? You're just a mannequin!"

The mannequin then walked over to the Caribou, and grabbed him by the neck. "Because I AM Lt. William Calley!" He growled with a glare, or at least, it would have been a glare if he'd had proper eyes. "And since you wanna talk about My Lai so much, allow me to show you how it went down!" He then looked at his comrades. "Help me out here, Guys."

"With pleasure, Sir."

Alston then watched in horror as the Caribou was grabbed, and then drug out of a side door to the gallery, where he was then dumped on the ground, and then the mannequin with the flamethrower walked over to the doorway, and hosed the Caribou down with a steam of flames. The Caribou screamed in agony, and soon burned to death. Alston then threw up inside the APC, and moved away from the hatch. He then sank to the floor, and started sobbing as quietly as he could. He cried for all of his deceased comrades, and he cried for himself. He knew that he was going to die, but he didn't know when, or how.

Over the next few hours, all Alston could hear was the sounds of the museum's denizens searching high and low for any Caribou who were still in hiding. A few were found, and when they were, they were drug out of their hiding place, and immediately executed, usually by a gunshot to the back of the head, but one Caribou attacked several mannequins, before having his head blown off by a statue with a shotgun. And then, all Alston could hear was silence. Nothing was moving around, no one was crying out in pain, there was literally nothing. Alston was wondering what was happening, but he didn't dare look. Eventually, he managed to fall into an uneasy sleep from sheer exhaustion.

An unknown amount of time later, Alston woke up with a jolt. At first, he couldn't remember where he was, or why, but then he remembered that he was hiding inside of the APC from the mannequins and statues in the museum. He looked at his watch, and saw that the time was about 5:45am. The sun would be rising soon, and Alston decided that if he was going to die, then at the very least he was going to see the sunrise one last time first.

He then opened a hatch on the APC as quietly as he could, and looked around. The gallery that he was in was seemingly empty of any mannequins or statues, but that didn't mean that they weren't in hiding nearby. He then climbed out of the APC, and keeping his head on a swivel, he began to quietly move through the gallery. Looking around, he could see signs of death. Most of the Caribou corpses were still right where they'd fallen, their blood and guts still pooling beneath them, and the smell was horrible. Many of their faces were still frozen in terror, and Alston recognized many of them, but Sgt. Oran was not among them. Alston wondered what happened to him, but knew that he was most likely dead.

He quietly made his way through the museum, seeing no signs of any of the mannequins, or statues. He knew that they were still inside the museum somewhere, but he didn't know where. Eventually, after getting a drink of water from a drinking fountain, Alston turned left, and suddenly found his way blocked by a row of US Army mannequins. He looked for a way out, but his avenues of escape were blocked by a row of US Air Force mannequins, US Marine mannequins, and the way he'd just come from was now blocked by US Navy and Coast Guard mannequins. Then the statues all came into the gallery, and Lt. Alston was completely surrounded. The mannequins and statues had their weapons lowered, but none of them moved.

"Come on! If you're gonna kill me, then f@#king do it you Monsters! Kill me! I'm right here!" He shouted at them.

None of the mannequins or statues responded.

"What's wrong? Are you all cowards now?! I heard you gut the others, I saw it! Why not me?!"

"We know." One of the mannequins finally said. "We knew where you were the whole time, but we were under strict orders from the Boss to let you live. We still are."

"You......you knew? And who's your boss? Austin?"

"That's 'Lieutenant Danvers' to you, you Swine!" One of the mannequins snapped. "And of course we knew. We saw you crawl inside that APC."

"Where's Sergeant Oran? I know he's dead, but where is he? How did he die?"

"He and a few others made it outside, only to fall victim to the 'Ghosts of Vietnam'; statues made to commemorate those who're still MIA in Vietnam to this day. Normally they would be out on those concrete squares by that fountain you saw when you first arrived here, but they saw you coming, and under orders from the Boss, hid in the woods until you went inside the Museum."

"You.....monsters!" Lt. Alston screamed. "I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!!!"

He then charged forwards, only to have the mannequins in front of him side-step him, while a few others swung their rifles at his legs, tripping him up. Alston then fell to the floor, where the mannequins were on him in an instant. Many of them began to beat him up, and soon he was very bruised, and more than a bit bloody.

"Enough!" One of the mannequin officers finally yelled. "He's suffered enough, and the Boss wants him alive, so let's just tie him up, and bring him to him."

The others complied, and soon Alston's hands, arms, and legs were tied together, and he was stripped of his weapons, before being carried off through the museum by a group of mannequins.

Alston was carried through a gallery, then back into the gallery that Austin was last seen in, before a hidden door in the wall opened, and he was then carried through the door, and down a set of stairs to what seemed to be the museum's basement. It was dimly lit, but very neat and organized from what Alston could see, with various boxes, and other items on shelves, and nearby were other mannequins, but these were nude, and partially disassembled, so they weren't alive. In the middle of the basement was a large TV screen, sitting on top of 2 wooden crates, with a chair sitting in front of the TV, and 2 figures were standing next to the screen, chatting. One was wearing a green military uniform and helmet, and carrying an M14 rifle, and the other was wearing a black cloak. When Alston was brought in, the figures turned, and the one wearing the uniform spoke.

"Oh good, he's arrived."

"Orders, Sir?" One of the mannequins carrying Alston asked.

"Bring him to the chair, and secure him to it, and then make sure that the chair's properly secured to the floor. We don't want him to escape, or hurt himself."

"Yes, Sir."

Alston was then brought over to the chair, and while his bindings were cut temporarily, he was held tightly by 2 statues while his hands, arms, legs, and torso were secured to the chair. After this, the statues let go of him, they and the mannequins who tied him up stepped back, and began to stand guard over him.

"Who are you?" Alston asked.

The figure in uniform laughed a bit. "Oh come now, Lieutenant. You know who I am." He then stepped into the light more, and Alston saw that he was Austin.

"Nice to see you again, Alston. I take it my subordinates didn't rough you up too badly, did they?"

In response, all Austin received was a long stream of yelling, screaming, profanity, and being called all sorts of foul names and monikers. He waited until Alston either wore himself out, or stopped, which he finally did.

"Are you finished?" He asked with crossed arms. "All your troops are dead, and the whole museum is empty. There's no one here to hear you scream who actually gives a damn. You're lucky I wanted you alive; I just as easily could have let you be killed."

"Why? Why did you leave me alive?" Alston asked.

"Because I wanted someone from your group to see what was going to happen next. It was either going to be you, or Sgt. Oran, and you proved to be more agreeable. Still a selfish asshole, but more agreeable."

"Watch what? All of the others get killed?! Did you enjoy the show you sick maniac?!"

Austin shook his head. "No, that's not it. Although yes, I did enjoy seeing those murderers, rapists, and thieves get their comeuppance, as did you. I warned you when you first arrived here, Alston. I clearly said that you may rule Equestria, but out here, you're in MY world. I rule over the Vietnam War Museum, and you WILL obey my rules, or else. Your men decided to f@#k around, and they found out, as did you. But you're still alive, because I wanted you to see what comes next."

"And what's that?" Alston asked, growling a bit. "And who's that second figure over there? Another one of your minions? And how the f@#k are they even alive?! They're statues and mannequins, and toys from the gift shop! THEY SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE!!! One of them even claimed to be Lt. William Calley!"

Austin chuckled a bit. "Oh, so many questions!" He then looked at his watch. The time read just after 6am. "Yeah, I have time." He muttered. Then he looked back at Alston. "Luckily for you, I have time to answer all of your questions. How are they alive? I don't know. They just.....are. But what I can tell you is that each one of them is infused with the spirit of a Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine, or Coast Guardsman who either died in Vietnam, or died later on. Each and every one of them served in Vietnam, and are an individual person, even Lt. Calley. And as for who the cloaked figure is, why don't you ask her yourself? She came to me for help with Equestria having fallen, and you all did put a huge bounty on her head after all."

"Wait, what? But that would mean that she's......."

The cloaked figure then stepped forwards into the light, and pulled back her hood, revealing the scowling face of Princess Luna.

"Hello, 'Lieutenant'. Or should I even call you that, since you've been stripped of your rank now that you're a POW. The very first POW in what's to come in fact. It was a lucky thing I was able to escape from Canterlot, and make it all the way out here to Austin's Museum. He's such a good friend of mine, and we understand each other so well. I knew that if anyone could help me, he could."

"You.....you know Princess Luna?" Alston asked in shock.

"Know her? We're friends with benefits!" Austin laughed. "Plus, she bankrolled my museum's creation, but for another reason. And this ties into the same reason why you were left alive."

"And why am I still alive?! No one will tell me!"

"Oh, right, silly me!" Austin then cleared his throat. "In short, while this is a museum, it's also an emergency armory for Equestria, and contains an emergency standing army. I wanted to deploy it earlier, but Celestia didn't want me to do so for some reason. I'm assuming, based on what Luna has told me that it was because of Celestia's over-reliance (or perhaps overconfidence), that the Elements of Harmony, and their Bearers could solve all of Equestria's problems, but now that the Elements have been enslaved, and Equestria has fallen, that ship has sailed. And now the time has come for this army, and everything in the armory to be put to good use. And that's why you're still alive, Alston. You're the first POW in this new war, and you're going to live long enough to see it happen."

"See what happen?"

"Why, the liberation of Equestria from the Caribou of course!"

"And how's that going to work? You've got what, maybe 100 mannequins and statues here? We've got tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of troops! You don't stand a chance!"

"Who said I only had 100?" Austin laughed. He then flipped a breaker switch on the wall, and more lights in the basement turned on, revealing that the basement was far larger than it appeared to be, and to his horror, Alston saw row upon row of uniformed mannequins standing in military formation, as well as various other vehicles, tanks, jeeps, APC's, aircraft, helicopters, and artillery pieces, as well as crates upon crates of weapons.

"I have Discord to thank for all of this extra stuff. What's on display upstairs just appeared in Equestria, but the rest of this came courtesy of the Lord of Chaos. He used up a LOT of power getting it all here, hence the reason why he had to 'disappear', but make no mistake, he's going to be watching all this with great interest from the Chaos Realm while he recuperates! Oh, and you also have a front-row seat for it all too, Alston. You're going to be remaining here in this basement as a POW until the war is over. Don't worry though, my troops who'll stay behind to watch over the museum will be taking good care of you, and you can see everything that's going to happen on the TV in front of you; that's why it's there."

Austin then got onto the intercom system again, and ordered all of his Museum Forces, save for those who were remaining behind to grab their weapons, man their vehicles, planes and helicopters, and stand ready to fight.

"The sun is just now beginning to rise, and now we shall march upon Ponyville, and liberate it from the hands of the Caribou! And then we shall use it as a base to liberate the rest of Equestria! Today the tyranny of the Caribou shall come to an end, and a new Dawn of Liberation shall rise! Oorah!"

"OORAH!!!!" The mannequins echoed.

All of them then began to man their vehicles, and ready their weapons, just as their brethren upstairs were doing the same. Soon, doors in the walls of the museum, and large hatches in the basement ceiling were opening, and the mannequins, and their vehicles were soon pouring out of the museum. Planes and helicopters were taking to the skies, and the air was filled with the rumbling of tanks, jeeps, trucks, APC's and other vehicles, all of whom were awaiting the signal to head off into battle. Austin then climbed on top of an M60 tank, while Luna was climbing onto a nearby M48 tank.

"Go forth my Vietnam War Brethren!" He called to them. "Go forth, and liberate Eqestria! Show these Caribou what it truly means to be afraid!"

"SIR, YES SIR!!!" They called back, and then the massive formation of military hardware began to move forwards, and as the sun rose over Equestria, liberation was coming with it.

And down in the museum's basement, all Alston could do was watch the TV screen in front of him, and cry and scream. The mannequins and statues who were watching over him were bringing him food and water, as well as a bucket to use as a toilet, and they would eventually let him out of the chair, to be held only by a chain attached to his leg, but for now, all he could do was watch the fall of the Caribou right in front of him, as well as listening to the sounds of digging from out back of the museum, where the mannequins were burying the dead Caribou they slaughtered. All he could do was watch, and listen, and it was agonizing.

Author's Note

And, that was Chapter 2. I really hoped that you all enjoyed the many brutal, often crazy ways that the Caribou received their comeuppance for what they did, as well as the fate of Lt. Alston at the very end. So now the Caribou who came to the museum are all dead, save for 1, and now the Forces of Vietnam are heading off to battle, and liberate the rest of Equestria. How's that going to go? Will it be easy for them, or hard? How will the Ponies react to the sudden appearance of this army? And how will the Caribou react? Well, you all know the drill, stay tuned and I'll tell you!

In the meantime though, as always, comments, questions, feedback, as well as spreading the word about this story are always appreciated, and I'll see you all again in the Epilogue to wrap up this Story!

ScarFox out for now!