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"Four months" Golden Age muttered, breaking the silence of his large Officers tent.

Golden Age was different from the rest of the offficers the army. Most were snobby jerks, who saw a commission as a symbol of their greatness above the rest of the lowly rankers. Golden Age however, saw different. He believed rank does not judge a pony, only a ponie's actions judges the pony. Most offiers would reside with other officers in private tents. Golden Age preffered the company of his men. Thus, it was often that Golden Age would allow his men to gather in his tent for a time of social interaction during nights of bad weather. A candle provided the tent with some, but not a lot, illumination

"Sir?" Pierce responded.

"Four months, four months since we left Ponyville. Four months since I've slept in a warm bed, four months since I've had a nice warm meal." He let out a sigh "Four months since I've seen Fluttershy.".

The stallions were attentive, listening to their commander.

Pierce spoke up again. "Do you believe she misses you sir?"

"I take it she does, but I do not know the extent." Golden Age replied with a frown. "But I am sure her mind is occupied with other things, things of happiness and joy. I wonder if she even takes the time to remember me, of all the times we've had together. Heck, I bet you if I was to die during this war, her attitude would go unchanged. She already as a wonderful husband, and 6 great friends. I assume I mean little to her, and that my departure from this world would mean nothing, nothing!"

There was a torrential downpour that night. The rain fell like rocks upon the canvas roof of Golden Age's tent. Flashes of lightning overpowered the luminance of the candle. Loud claps of thunder echoed throughout the rainy night.

"You're crazy sir! Off all the compassion you've shown to her, she must surely reguard you as a friend in the very least!" Another soldier spoke up. Stallions acknowledged him with nods and words of agreement.

Golden Age responded "I suppose you are right, we have been good friends for quite a while. 'Twould be foolish of me to think they mean nothing to her." His mood had suddenly changed from that of sadness to happiness. "Say, did somepony bring a banjo and bones?"

"I did sir!" A soldier exclaimed, unveiling a banjo and a set of rythm bones. He then proceeded to give the set of bones to a fellow comrade. "Would youl like to request a tune sir?"

"How about...Berry's Jig? But I'm singing this time!" Golden replied with a large grin.

The soldier then strung a few chords and then the bones player came began to play. The rest of the ponies clapped their hooves and sang the opening chorus. Golden Age then led began the first verse.