"Gather around kids! It's time for another one of Uncle Anon's war stories."

The three fillies sat in a neat formation in front of you, ready for their next story.

"Uncle Anon, can you tell us about the time when you were stuck in your camp and you had to drag out two of your men?" says the little orange one. Giving them a grisly smile, you nod your head. The other two giddy at the thought of this story, since it was their favorite.

"It was during the World War I. the night sky was blocked out by the trees, leaving us with little sight."

You crouch down to the little white unicorn, giving her a deathly stare.

"Sirens began howling, leaving my men and me with little time to react."

Jumping up, you start making explosion sounds and stomp on the ground.

"Suddenly, we were getting hit with bombs filled with mustard gas and pepper spray. Two of my men has inhaled the fumes, so I had to strap the two to myself and drag them out."

You stand in attention, saluting the imaginary officer in front of you.

"When I arrived back, I was awarded a medal of honor for saving the two men, killing more than a hundred Charlies, and surviving the pepper spray and mustard gas."

Pinkie bursts through the floorboards with a vicious smile. Suddenly the flashbacks come in.

Men dying, children crying, Charleston Chews!

Grabbing Pinkie in a headlock, she manages to grunt out, "I guess you could say he's a seasoned veteran!"