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A fanfiction of https://kaiserwilhelmfanfiction.de.tlWritten by: Kaiser Wilhelm 99Hello this is my first English fanfiction.I'm form Germany and English is not my mother tongue.Please cover who you find fault.But then write me so I can improve it.

Diary entry of Officer Friedrich former first cavalry regiment of the 8 arms. Now East Prussian Free Corps. 1 January 1919. (Do not worry I will not always write that):

I'm surprised. When I woke up this morning I was no longer at home but on a meadow.

My physical condition is strange. I am a pony.

Otherwise I still have my uniform on. Still have my pistol and my steel helmet. I have to get away from here and back home to East Prussia. Incidentally, I'm a pony.

No matter I see a river. Where water is is also civilization. I think so anyway. I have already noted that I'm a pony now. No, I am not crazy.

But no matter tomorrow I will write against an entry.

2 January 1919

Today I found village. Fact is I am not in Germany. The construction is completely different and all houses look ugly.

I want to go back to Königsberg now.

I found a farm just outside.

I do not know if I should show myself or not.

I will wait and watch.

If it comes to problems I still have my gun.

I really do not know how you should explain my situation at all.

You speak english my english is not perfect but it should be enough.

I will post again tomorrow.

3 January 1919 My camouflage flew open this morning. When I woke up this morning, a blue pony with a rainbow-colored mane stood in front of me. Instinctively I drew my pistol and asked in a loud tone. "Who are you!" Rather I could look around I was hit on the head and I was unconscious.

Later, when I woke up, I was tied to a bed. When I looked around I saw the Blue Pony in front of me and a purple pony. The lilane poney asked me my name would be. I say a full before and after "Friedrich august müller." Then I gave my affiliation to "First East Prussian basket." So I also explained the question of why I wear a uniform.

The two introduced themselves to me there was one the blue ponny it was called rainbow dash. The purple was called twilight sparkle I'll remember those names for sure. I also stayed with her for the night. But I should get ready for tomorrow to explain more.

4 January 1919

God was the day today bad. Today I met a mentally handicapped person in my eyes.
But let's start from the beginning. I was questioned by twilight today. From where I come from, what I did in my homeland, why I am here now and why I wear a uniform. The last I invented and to show you we annoying that was. I answer her then that I come from the German Empire. That I'm born in 1896 and so before the war did not have a bit of experience in terms of occupation.
Afterwards I told that I voluntarily pulled the front on August 1914. At the end I said that I had no idea why I came here. I left the unpleasant things. Like for example that I am trauma the first days I hear loud noises.

Honestly, I am glad that nobody here knows of my exact actions in the war.

Now for another thing that happened this afternoon. In order not to repeat myself, I'll get straight to the point: today I've got pinkie pie. May I comment that this kind of people pukes me. It was not always like that. This hatred came out in the course of the war. I have seen genung such people who had not lasted for a day in the front fight.
In doing so, I steal the question why these people always had to die so early? I deserve a lot more to aspire to.
I will write an entry tomorrow.

6 January 1919

The reason why yesterday I wrote nothing in the diary though promised is simple. I had a fit of fear, I was unconscious and woke up this morning. I'm so loud noises fear. Most of those on planes guess who listens to flying like a plane? Exactly rainbow dash.

I went through the village of the now could learn that it is called ponyville. I am in the Kingdom equestria. Anyway, I think that's the staadsform from here.

But now back to the above mentioned thing rainbow dash follow over me. Somehow my brain got that as a plane and after that everything was over. I ran into the streets in panic and I screamed all the time that everyone should take cover. After that I became unconscious.

This morning I talked to twilight about her questioning me about what happened yesterday.
I finally told her that I had a trauma from war. After that everything would come. We agreed that I should talk to her in the next few days.

Small addendum so Lagsam I'm not sure if I want to go back home because my whole family died in the course of the war. I am the only one still alive.

My older brother died as a paramedic in a hospital house that was destroyed by enemy in 1915. He was only 22 years old.

My younger brother died in his first year of military service in 1918. He was only 18 years old.

My mother died of a disease

My father died of the hunger seeblockate of the English.

Why am I still alive? I'll probably commit suicide soon who's not a revelation based in my life. But hope if nothing is based in the next 30 days I'll do it.
Of course I have to aufbassen of no one knows. Maybe even the conversations will help me, I do not know. But I have to find a job I can not live like this for long in which I do nothing and burden others. Luckily, none of them knows that I keep this diary.

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