Never Bring a pony to a gunfight

The morning sun stood proud and bright in the glazing blue
sky with birds chirping in the harmonic beat, two faithful
sides stood stern and bold ready to go to battle, young
American bloods linking arms for the final scrum down, it
needed to start sooner than later, time moves faster, 12
hours in Equestria is about a year on Earth,

"All right men here's the plan, Alpha team will breach and
clear on the concrete wall west of the base whilst Bravo
team will enter from the back, me and Pvt. Avery here will
infiltrate after Alpha team, Clear?" Commanded General
Pershing who was famed for his daring expedition missions
with the United States Military, Soldiers moved out of there
tents and stood, clean limbed and straight backed waiting
for the order to attack,

"Good luck everyone" Said a Captain before blowing his
whistle to begin the attack, when suddenly time stopped,
Pvt. Avery looked around and saw the trenches, all his
friends getting torn to pieces by machine gun fire, this
wasn't going to happen, not on his watch, not today, not
ever, these are soldiers that need saving, but how? There's
no way now, the attack had already started,

"Call Bravo team back" Requested Pvt. Avery putting his hand
on the generals shoulder,

"What? Why?" Gnrl. Pershing questioned Pvt. Avery's
decision,

"We both know that were using them as pawns to draw the
fire, I'll go alone, now call them back, sir" Pvt. Avery
told the General before dashing off into the dust and smoke,
he wasn't going to sacrifice lives now, this was his job.
Through the dust and smoke, ordered American soldiers ran
back looking at Pvt. Avery walking slowly towards the rapid
fire machine guns, his noble march soon turned into a sprint
as he saw Pvt. Taylor on the ground with blood running down
his chest, he was filthy, on the muddy, churned terrain,
Pvt. Avery looked around for any signs of help when he saw
two running soldiers retreating, he called to them
requesting assistance,

"Get this man out of here, NOW!" Pvt. Avery bellowed at the
two soldiers

"But he's just a Private, there's no point in saving a pr-"
one soldier interrupted through the dust and smoke,

"HE'S A GOD DAMN HUMAN BEING NOW GET YOUR HEAD OUT YOUR ARSE
AND GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" Pvt. Avery screamed at the top of
his voice, the two soldiers looked at each other quickly
before grabbing the injured man by the legs and arms and
carrying him to safety. Meanwhile Pvt. Avery ran into the
base and shot the Machine gun operator, not giving a moment
to reward himself, climbing the walls with a few grunts he
leaped over, converting his fall into a combat roll ending
with a bayonet stab to Fritz's Brain pan, suddenly the
British Tommy was surrounded by enemies with no help,

"Vat now, English fellow?" A German voice smugly announced,
it was Galeheart again taking the moment to savor the taste
of victory, but not until a huge blast,

"FROM MY PARTY CANNON!" Pinkie Pie screamed with a giggle
snort and firing confetti into all the soldiers, Pvt. Avery
was is bewilder at what he just saw, Did...she...just blast
some Germans away with a pink cannon?

"I sure did!" Pinkie Pie skipped over to Pvt. Avery's side
before a bunch of Technicolor Ponies ran in with
Miscellaneous objects to bash Fritz on the head with,

"Hee hee! Hi, My name is Pinkie Pie and I brought ALL my
friends to help you! Here's Lyra, Bon Bon, Time Turner,
Derpy, Colgate, Moondancer, Carrot Top, Twilight Sparkle,
Big Mac, Rarity, Nimble Scramble, Cheerilee, Caramel,
Raindrop, Daisy and Rose!" Pinkie Pie read out taking a huge
breath afterwards,

"Erm, Alright? I'm looking for the Elements of Harmony, can
you help me find them?" Pvt. Avery asked Pinkie Pie who was
looking at a large tent,

"Good Idea, let's go, Pinkie!" Pvt. Avery said grabbing his
En-field before dashing over to the tent, there was a neatly
set up room, with a fluffy bed and golden lined carpet made
from the finest craftsman, but all attention was on a
treasure chest with a large lock on it,

"Don't worry, I'll open it with my Pinkie sense!" Pinkie Pie
giggled trotting over to the chest before making strange
hoof gesters on the chest lock...aaaand no response, Pvt. Avery shot the lock and slowly opened the lid, inside was golden shimmers of treasures long lost by mankind, but also was the Elements of Harmony, finally!

"Pinkie! Get you friends out of here with the Elements, I'll catch up, I've got to send these Germans packing" Pvt. Avery said whipping out a small service bomb that was placed in his bag,

"Get those Americans home!" Pvt. Avery shouted to Pinkie as she ran out the tent with the Elements in Pvt. Avery's bag. Walking out the tent he saw all of the Ponies running, luckily everpony had made it out with a few scuffed elbows but still in one piece, he carried the service bomb over to the center with a voice calling from multiple directions,

"You think saving the Americans...Is noble?" the voice chattered, Pvt. Avery flinched looking around for the voice,

"You think you can win this war?" the voice tormented him again,

"SHUT UP!" Pvt. Avery screamed reaching for the detonate button before getting shot in the spine,

"ARG!" the British soldier screamed dropping the bomb, out of the smoke, Galeheart walked out loading his magnum, Pvt. Avery groaned dragging himself along looking up to see the German commander,

"uuurhg...Galeheart..." He Grunted pulling himself closer to the bomb, just 2 meters away Pvt. Avery collapsed with a heavy loss of blood,

"Weak Briton...Soon, Russia will be mine..." Cmdr. Galeheart gloated walking away, Practically blind with maybe enough blood inside him to fill a byro Pvt. Avery looked up with the bomb in his colorless vision, Pvt. Avery reached for his wound and pinched the bullet in his back using what strength he had left to try and remove it, writhing with pain, slowly and painfully Pvt. Avery continued to pull the bullet out with blood trickling down his back, he gasped with tears in his eyes as he finally had removed the bullet from his dead flesh, he looked at his "United Kingdom Military" signature on his arm one last time before throwing the bullet at the bomb causing it to detonate.