Day 10 

I shot my first Asscrackistani today. I may have got ten the first day, but they don't count. 

I was looking around the front lines,  with the medium-long range rifle, the secondary weapon, the E80. 30-06, semi-auto, scope sight. 

I saw a couple guys looking back at me, one with binoculars and the other, also with his rifle. I aimed right at the gun, a tricky feat, since I was shaking so bad. I did manage to get the gun steady, aimed and fired. The shot went right into the other guy's barrel and hit the cartridge, and the thing exploded out the chamber in his face. 

Then I shot him in the face.  

The binoculars guy didn't know whether to laugh or shit himself.

I think he did both. 

Day 14 

Lyra died today. I didn't know her well, she was a Facebook friend and a former classmate. Not much else. But I still took it kind of hard, when you lose somepony in a small town everyone loses that pony. And our platoon was a very small town. 

We had moved out of the building, into- guess what- another building. 

This one had more windows facing the enemy, a strategic thing. Lyra was shooting at unseen targets, judging by her charming language she wasn't having much luck. I was cleaning my guns. That was my new hobby. I hadn't had a good fap in weeks. I couldn't because of all the girls around. The female-male ratio in Equestria is like, 3:1, 4:1. But I couldn't really fap around just guys either. I used to fap all the time. Daily, twice a day, sometimes. It had become routine, a habit even. All I could do now to pass the time was clean the guns. My guns were so clean, you could have thrown them in a pile along with the guns of every other pony soldier in Asscrackistan, then find my two guns in minutes. Not a speck of dust, dirt or anything else. I was almost done cleaning the E80 when I heard a crack, then felt wet. I looked to the source of the wet, then saw Lyra. All that remained of her head was half the lower jaw and some shreds of skin. Her neck was still spurting blood, but quickly slowed. 

I almost threw up at the sight. 

Day 17

No one else had died since Lyra. Our platoon was staying together very well. Out of thirty, only four had become casualty. But that would change. The building was stormed at night. They should have been noticed- it was Derpy Hooves' turn to guard, which explains why they got in- but they weren't noticed. Two ponies were shot immediately. We fought back hard, I got three, but we had been cut to half within minutes. I was in a corner with Rainbow Dash, ready to strike at a couple of Asscrackistani running up the stairs. We jumped, and shot them, but not before one got Rainbow Dash in the chest. 

Now, except for the semi-relationship years ago, Rainbow Dash was just another pony in the background of my life. But that changed as soon as the bullet pierced her chest. She became my life itself, my everything, my being. I can't explain why. It just happened. 

Nevertheless, I grabbed Rainbow Dash and ran her our of the building, looking for a medical facility. We weren't alone in the town, but platoons were spread out. I soon found the infirmary, headbutting open the door, on my back legs, and screaming, 'GET HER A FUCKING DOCTOR!' 'I don't need a doctor', shed been trying to tell me, when she coughed blood. 'Okay. Maybe I do.'

I looked at the wound. It had obviously pierced her lung, and may have grazed the heart. I felt for an exit wound, and found it. Fuck me, it was bad. I held her waiting for a doctor- it was a bit busy, because of the raids. Eventually a doctor came, but I could feel Dash slipping away. The blood was so bad. It was everywhere. Oh, Rainbow. The doctor took one look, and said,'Get her over here. Right fucking now.' I ran up, looking for a hospital bed, but they were so busy, the bed wasn't ready yet. Dash was unconscious. I almost dropped her to help set up the equipment, but stopped. 

He wasn't going to make it. She wasn't going to make it. No, Dash. Do you have to? No! Just he finished, I realized it was too late. Next Chapter: Entries 7 and 8 Estimated time remaining: 4 Minutes