"Ok umm get ready, we're gonna start filming in 2" said a worker on the set.

I looked around at all the camera equipment and lights, I looked at the young pony sitting in the chair in front of me.

The interviewer looked at me and asked, "before we start with your story, I have a personal question for you."

I responded with my grungy voice and wrinkled mane and face, "Yes sonny.."

"Was it worth it? At the end of the war? All you went through? Did you ever think was all you did worth it?"

I sat there, looking at this young man, my face turning from expressionless to somewhat of emotion.

"Well sonny, I'll tell you this...We did our duty, all my men, in life, in death, here today or not, all thought that. That final day, I stood there, I looked at all of us soldiers who had fought, killed, and been killed, over the course of this war. I sat there and thought, was it all worth it? We're those ponies deaths worth it? I would say hell yes.

Every Pony on that field, on that final day, probably, even if just for a moment, thought that same thing, and I can guarantee ya, we did it for the country we love. We did it for those who live today, and we did it because it was our duty. Now, do wanna get this here interview started or what..."

As the cameras started recording and I started to express the horrors of my time in hell...

"What made you want to join the 101st airborne?"

"I was a simple second lieutenant, nothing much, went to officer training school, thought the 101st airborne infantry division would be a hardened group of pony's to fight with, I thought if you had the balls to jump out a plane, landing at the enemy's doorstep, jumping feet first into hell, you have the balls to be a hardened division. Oh boy was I wrong...at first..."

"How was your training in the army" asked the interviewer.

I looked at him and replied, "Depends on what your definition of training was haha. Training for me and my fellow colts was galloping, galloping, and more galloping. I knew the reason was to toughen us up, make us a hardened division, and a closer one. I'm glad a few colts saw this as well. Most of those pony's, 16, 17 years old, didn't see this. This came to kick them in the flank later on."

"Could you tell us your experiences in normardy that first night..."

I looked blankly at the young kid and almost every thought from that night started rushing back to me, "Well..."

As I sat there in that plane, sitting on the steel frame siting, a chill breeze was in the air. Wind kept flying through the outcropping of the door frame in this metal crate that could any moment be my casket. As I looked across from me, looking at these young colts, some were old ww1 veterans, some hardened troops that look like they've taken a beating, but most of them, just young, young colts, hardly colts.

What were they doing here....These pony's are barely even 16, what are they doing a thousand feet above normardy, thousand miles away from home. Why didn't they just sign a death warrant on the way onto the plane and said to there wife's good bye forever.

As soon as we flew over from the English Channel. We took a shots from German MG 42's every now and then, leaving bullet holes in the bottom of our plane. Every now and then a German would get a lucky shot and chip a piece of clothing off one of us.

I looked at the pony across from me, he looked at me, he had a dead, expressionless look on his face, sitting there, playing with a lighter. He looked around, and looked back to me. I was the last thing he ever saw.

Right as he looked at me, a bullet pierced the bottom paneling of the plane, shooting up his back and impacting his skull. The back side of His head exploded from the impact of the bullet, leaving a blood stained paneling behind him, pieces of his brain, skull and blood, lost of blood, just splattered all over the inside of the plane.

A mangled piece of flesh from his face landed in my lap, some of the men lost there lunches, I just looked at the this mangled piece of flesh and just kept wondering, looking at this piece of what was once a kid, just a kid, he had a family, a mother, a father, and now, he lays dead.

I looked at it and said,

"What the hell we're you doing out here in this god for saken war son...."

As we kept on, flying over flat plains, and sleeping enemy positions who awoke and fired blindly into the night sky hoping to get a shot at us. I turned over to the private next to me and said,

"Hey kid, you got the time."

He turned and looked at me, and looked at my watch, which by god was broken beyond telling what time half past shit was.

I looked back at him and asked

"Well? do you?"

He looked at his watch and said

"1238 sir"

"1238....2 minutes till drop"I mumbled to myself

I looked back at the blood sprayed wall, with what was left of the pony lying on it, I looked at the light above me, I looked in the cockpit and saw him flick a switch.

The light above me turned red. I stood up, and looked at all my men.

I yelled

"READY? STAND UP!"

All the soldiers stood up standing in single file line, at about this point we started to take heavy German anti aircraft fire. The plane shook as if a train was hitting it, repeatedly. I yelled to my men

"HOOK UP!!"

My mares took there hooks and hooked it to the line above, I looked outside the window and saw a plane, narrowly 70 feet from our wing, with a burning engine, at that moment it took a direct flak cannon shot directly to the cockpit.

The cabin burst into flames, pony's fell out of the planes, not pulling there parachutes as they plummeted to there grave as there body's burned as they fell.. They probably died of burns before they touched the ground, and I only saw 3 men get out of that plane.

I looked at the man in front of me who was looking out the window, his face made him look scared shitless.

I looked down at my men and yelled

"EQUIPMENT CHECK!"

My men checked there gear, tied there rifles to there legs, and looked back at me.

I yelled to my men,

"SOUND OFF!"

"NINE OK!"

"EIGHT OK!"

"SEVEN OK!"

"SIX OK!"

"FIVE OK!"

"FOUR OK!"

"THREE OK!"

"TWO OK!"

I yelled out

"ONE OK!"

I looked at the light in the plane and as it turned green I pushed my men and yelled

"GO GO GO!"

The first mare jumped,and the second, and down the line until the last pony got to the door. He stopped, hesitated, looked at me.

I screamed at him

"WELCOME TO NORMARDY!"

I pushed him out the door and followed out the door behind him.

I looked down and around me, but hardly saw anything, nothing but parachutes and flak, and ponies plummeting to there deaths from there parachutes being shot to all hell.

The colt who I had just pushed out the door not moments earlier was plummeting to his fate. His parachute was riddled with so many bullets I couldn't even count. As he plummeted he looked back at me, and simply had the look of a dead man. A man who had accepted his fate.

I made it to the ground and stumbled and rolled over, I got up, got my Thompson sub machine gun and stood up,

I looked up and saw the sight of a thousand pony's in parachutes falling down to earth, and nearly just as much flak and machine gun fire lighting up the night sky.

I looked down at my feet to find the crushed remains of the pony who was in front of me. I simply crouched, looked down at his mangled remains and said

"Welcome to Hell..." Next Chapter: Unwelcoming Reunion Estimated time remaining: 10 Minutes