Third person, wounded site:

Gunshots went off as zebras executed the wounded and Derpy’s heart raced as the zebra began to tighten his grip tighter around the trigger of the SKS.

Derpy whimpered in fear as tears rolled down her face. A gunshot went off Derpy thought her heart stopped. The zebra standing over top of her was suddenly torn to shreds, blood spurting everywhere and into her eyes, forcing her to close them. But the weird thing was she wasn’t dead, the zebras were dying.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, she wasn’t dead. Blood was splattering all over her body and there was a loud thunderous chattering that filled the air. She tried to open her eyes but a zebra body fell on her, his blood spurting out into her face and temporarily blinding her.

Soon the chattering ended and Derpy felt the body get quickly tossed off from overtop of hers. A wet garment of clothing wiped her face clean and she managed to open her eyes to see Sergeant Major Clare kneeling beside her with a smoking M60 and his dampened duster coat he had used to wash her face. He smirked, “I’m back”.

Just moments ago,

SGM. Clare, frontlines:

I held the M60 from the hip and cut down another group of zebras with a long burst. Jeeze you’d think they’d learn. The barrel was starting to get hotter and I was glad that I was able to hold this mighty machinegun in one hand.

“The wounded” whispered a voice that seemed like it echoed through the wind. I paid it no mind. The M60 continued to chatter in my hand and zebras fell to the ground as they were cut down by the hail of lead.

“The wounded” whispered the voice again, I kept firing the machinegun but thought to myself. ‘Wounded? What about them?’ I asked in my thoughts. “They need you, more importantly, the pegasus mare needs you. If you do not go now she will die” whispered the voice. Hey wait a minute, I knew that voice.

‘Apache?’ I asked in my thoughts, almost like I was communicating telepathically. “WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!” she screamed, I nearly jumped as I remembered what she had said. “Right, wounded, got it” I replied as I lept out of the trenches and raced towards the wounded.

Bullets zipped through the air and whistled around me as I charged to the wounded sight. I still held the M60 in one hand but I let the belt dangled about freely.

I charged into the forest and saw the wounded, or what was left of them. They had all been mercilessly executed by the zebras that now stood idly by like they owned the place. A lone zebra stood over a whimpering grey pegasus.

I curled my lips back and snarled as I hefted up the machinegun and held back the trigger. In the first few rounds the zebra was killed but that didn’t stop me from holding back the trigger and ripping his body apart with a torrent of lead.

He screamed as his body was propelled back and tumbled to the ground. The other zebras looked to me but it was too late for them. I kept the trigger held back and hosed them down with a relentless stream of hot lead.

A zebra screamed in horror as he tried to turn and run but there was no mercy for these zebras, not from me, not after what they had done. The M60 spat out its last rounds into the fleeing zebra. He fell forwards to his knees as the 7.62x51mm rounds blew out large exit wounds in the front of his chest. Blood splattered against the trees in front of him.

I walked over to Derpy who was trapped underneath a dead zebra. I could see that her face was covered in blood and it probably stung her eyes. I grabbed my duster coat from nearby and dampened it with a bit of water then washed her face clean.

She looked up to me with those pretty cross eyes of hers. I smirked, “I’m back” I quoted with a small devious smile. She lept up to me and gave me a wet sloppy kiss on the mouth. I wasn’t really expecting it but sort of embraced it for the moment being.

She slowly pulled away from the kiss. “I have a marefriend you know” I said but she didn’t answer me and grabbed me in a tight hug. “Please don’t ever leave me alone again” she sobbed as she squeezed me tightly. I could feel her tears trickling down my shoulder. “Okay, I can’t promise that I won’t leave you. But I will make sure you’re never alone again” I promised and she held me tightly. I stood up, all the wounded were dead. For some lucky reason Derpy hadn’t been executed with the others. I dropped the M60 and picked up my Thompson.

I walked back to Captain Shining Armor, things were beginning to die down and night had finally begun to set in. I held Derpy like a child crying on their parents shoulder as I walked back to the group.

I sat down against the dirt mound and let out an exhausted exhale. I rearranged Derpy so that she could cry into my chest so that way I could lean my head back. She looked like a baby in her parent’s arms. Several ponies looked to me with curious eyes. I was always a friendly person during combat but I guess no-pony really expected me to be this compassionate during a mission.

“How’s six?” I asked exhaustedly. “Still cut off… haven’t been able to get in contact with them for some time now” Harry replied. I motioned for him to bring me the radio and I quickly dialed in the radio.

“This is Bravo Company… I need Seal One, go” I said into the radio. There was a moment silence then a reply came. “This is Seal One, what’s your status Bravo?” Seal One asked. “Seal, I got a six that’s cut off and needs to be rescued. We don’t have the man power to take it alone. Think you could spare some men, over?” I asked. There was another moment of silence then came a reply.

“Roger, we can send you three men. A Seal, a Spetsnaz and a Task Force. They’ll meet you at Bravo Juliet 6-4-5-2-0-5-3 over” Seal One replied. “Three? That’s it?!” Harry exclaimed. I motioned for him to shut up. “Roger Seal One, challenge Viking, passcode Thunderstorm. Out” I replied then the line hung up.

“Three men? That’s it?” Harry said and I nodded as I got up. Derpy released her hold on me and I slipped my duster coat back on. I reloaded the Thompson and looked to Moon Crater and Shining Armor. “I’ll be back” I said but Derpy and Moon Crater got up and trotted to my side.

“Forget that, you’ve been back enough. We’re coming with you this time” Derpy said. “Alright, let’s go” I said and we rushed off to the rendezvous point.

An hour later:

I saw movement in the jungle. If I hadn’t been a combat war veteran I probably wouldn’t have seen it. “VIKING” I called out and the figures froze then came the reply, “Thunderstorm”.

I stood up and the three elite members walked up to me. “Sergeant Major Clare, shadow guard” I said as I extended my hand. “Corporal Owens J., Joint Task Force Two” Owens said, introducing himself as he shook my hand. He had a C7 carbine for his choice of rifle. He was a large male and had a fairly dark brown skin complexion to him.

I looked over to the Russian. “Corporal Danko Dmitry, Spetsnaz” he replied. He was larger than both other males, standing at least 6’3”, just an inch shorter than me. He had an AN-94 assault rifle slung across his back. He was probably stronger than all of us judging by the size of uniform he wore.

“I am Sergeant Angel Eyes, SOCOM US Navy Seals” Angel replied. A scar ran down his face, starting from the top of his left temple all the way down to his chin. He was 6’2” and had short black hair, he was obviously very strong, not as strong as Danko but possibly as strong as me or maybe even stronger. His eyes were beautiful, not in a gay way, and had the illumination like that of an angel. Guess that’s why they call him Angel eyes.

“Alright, we have to go rescue sixth platoon from the pickle they’re in. Let’s move out” I told them and we began to quickly and quietly rush through the jungle. I had taken point and led the group through the jungle. My Thompson led the way through the thick jungle brush.

I spotted a group of zebras and motion for everyone to see what I was seeing. Angel Eyes nodded and I motioned for everyone to spread out. We quietly spread out and pointed our guns at the fairly large group of zebras. They probably had thirty strong.

We all fired our weapons simultaneously, the silent air was filled with the constant chattering of gunfire. Then, within moments, it became quiet again. Zebras lay dead on the ground and we entered the area where the zebras had been
standing.

We looked around for sixth platoon. “Hey sixth platoon, any of you stallions or mares still here?” I whispered out somewhat loudly so that if they were nearby they could hear me. I heard a groan and we all looked over to see a dirty, mucky hoof rise out of the ground.

Author's Notes:

So originally I was going to have Derpy die, for the whole tragedy of war and all that. But today when I was at work I sit down in the parlour beside my SKS rifle, (now if you're wondering why I had my rifle at work I'll make a long story short. I work on a dairy farm and coyotes eat cows, cows are alot of money, rifle gets rid of coyotes and we don't have coyotes eating cows. So the Owner of the dairy farm lets me bring my rifle whenever the coyotes are starting to get too close for comfort) Anyway back to story, so I sit down at about 1:00 and I open the fridge, I decide to do the more mature thing and grab a soda rather than a beer and cracked it open, for some reason after a few sips I got tired and set my pop down then passed out.
While I was sleeping I had this recolection of when Derpy gave me a wet sloppy kiss, well Clare but because I imagined it, it felt like she was kissing me. Anyway I remembered how cute she was and thought "I can't kill her. She's so innocent and... I couldn't kill her even if war is tragic. So in my sleep I reconciled with myself to make a different path where Derpy doesn't die. When I awoke it was 5:00 in the afternoon and my pop had sat beside the heater for so long it was warm and I thought "Shit... fate must've made this happen for a reason... DERPY SHALL LIVE ON!"