Day 1 

Blue. That's all I see through the window. Blue sea. 

I am flying from Britain to Asscrackistan. I don't live in Britain. I hail from Equestria. You probably know it. It's located a few hundred klicks north of Hawaii, and in the middle of between Canada/ Alaska and Russia. It's devoid of human life. Equestria is controlled by ponies. 

We are a proud race, known for kindness and social culture, though secretly we have an immensely powerful military- just no need for it. Honestly, I dont have a damn clue why the government bothers with an army or navy, we are pretty much the most peaceful country in the world. 

I myself am a stallion. My name is Fiddlesticks, Ponyville born and raised. I didn't join willingly. I was drafted. But I had been planning of volunteering anyway, so I didn't consider deserting. Looking back, I should have. 

I don't know how I got in. I get no exercise, so I'm a weak fuck, plus I eat so much. 

Despite my appetite, I'm actually underweight. Anypony can see on my flank why. The weed leaf. My cutie mark. Which is probably the biggest reason I wouldn't have gotten in, and a reason that would get me arrested as soon as I walked into the examining room. But anyway, here I am, on a plane, on my way to join the slaughter or whatever we do- Americans are obnoxious sons of bitches. Many humans are annoying anyway. We try to stay out if the way of most human affairs. Hell, Equestria isn't even a member of the UN. But seeing as this Asscrackistan war is probably going to kill shitloads of people, Celestia had to ship out a bunch of our kickass army to help the Americans. Their second-in-command should never have launched that attack on the White House. But anyway. If anyone is going to be slaughtered, its me. 

Blue. Just so much blue. I can't get over it. I look one way- guess what, blue blue blue. Look the other way- blue, blue, oh look, turquoise. It didnt help that I was sitting beside Rainbow Dash. I mean, she isn't a bad person, I just couldn't handle the blue. Ponyville is an inland rural town, so I'm used to rainbows of colour. 

But I never had much of a bond with Rainbow Dash- the closest we ever got was sharing joints after school. We may have been in some relationship/ dating thing at some time in there, but we were either too stoned to remember much of it or being stoned was the only reason we thought we could work together. 

Because despite the fact that Rainbow Dash and I are both recreational druggies and stubborn at times, we just didn't get along the way real friends do. Plus I was a unicorn and she was a pegasus. I hadn't talked to her in a couple fucking years, I probably never even got my face on that reality show she had for a few years. I didn't care. 

There were a couple other familiar faces on the plane. Lyra and Derpy Hooves volunteered and somehow made it, and my old school buddy was there, Big Macintosh. (Back then he was just Macintosh, Mac, Mickie or other tard names our eight-year-old selves came up with.) But we weren't talking. We were dreading what we knew was coming. We had seen the news. People, ponies, being burned alive, by those god awful flame throwers- they didnt even light the gas quickly, they let some spill on you to help ignite your flesh better. 

Lord. 

Not to mention the mines. Kept secret right up until 2016, when the war broke out. Step on one, it'll drive a spike straight up, and you better hope your foot wasn't over the spike. It doesn't matter, because by then you're fucked, the spikes are hollow and loaded with explosives, so they blow up, and send shrapnel all over, just in case being anchored in place by a fourfoot spike didn't make you a sitting duck for the enemy. 

We were fucked. 

Eventually, the plane made it to dry land. We were still a ways away from our destination. But we knew how much closer we were to impending doom. 

The plane finally lands in some shitty airfield that looks like it was set up just for our arrival. The place reminded me of Minecraft. Have you ever played Minecraft? You spend three weeks on something and it turns out like shit. 

So, here we are, in this shitty airfield, waiting for orders. 

Due to spacing issues, the platoon's lieutenant was on another plane. We could see now, coming in rather high. Out of nowhere, a missile streaked through the sky, and landed directly in the middle of the plane, in the passenger compartment. The explosion threw chunks of iron across several hundred yards of space, and blew the plane in half. No one could have survived. 

There goes our orders. Maybe we could go home now. But the officers there wouldn't have it. 'Right,' one started to half yell at us,'Dont get hopeful, you're still in this war, so well assign you a new lieutenant.' 

My ears fell. I had liked Officer Zecora, I'd gotten myself kicked out of platoons to get in hers. Only to end up with a potential douchebag. 

A few hours later, we had set ourselves up in our barracks, when we were called outside. The same officer that greeted us before was standing with a particularly greasy human, who sneered at us like we were vermin. 'Mares and gentlecolts', the first officer said,'I am pleased to introduce to you...' Oh god, no. '...your new lieutenant.' The human stepped forward. 'Okay you little fuckers, I don't know how they trained you back in that shitty little country of yours-' what, you mean the one that discovered the 119, 120 and 121 elements? 'But I'm going to command you my way. The right way. Now, I can see there's a bit of a difference between you all and me-' we aren't asshats '-but let's forget about that for now. ' he continued rambling on for ages about how ponies were an inferior race. The man actually said that to us. When those words fell out of his faggot mouth, I just about ended him. I had learned magic spells at boot camp, spontaneous combustion and causing people to explode. If there weren't others around, that fucker would be in pieces. 

But eventually, he did finish, and we were allowed to get the hell away from him.  Next Chapter: Entries 2-4 Estimated time remaining: 10 Minutes