Mini Story: The Carnage

I wrote this in a short time, so it isn't perfect. But I hope you enjoy!

Dear Mother,

Their armored beasts are unstoppable. You take one down, and another one rolls right over it. I admire their bravery, but I fear for my life every day because of it. The small comfort I have is that the closer they get to Canterlot, the sooner the war ends for us all.

I know it's my duty to the Princesses that I carry on and fight, but I can only tolerate the screams, the gunfire, the cannonade, and the sound of a million soldiers marching towards us for so much longer. It bores into my skull like a monster would, as such a monster war is. It consumes, and demands more from the impoverished. It works us all day in and day out, with no reward or payment, only the satisfaction that we are delaying the certain victory our enemies will gain, if one could consider that a satisfaction at all.

All of us here are struggling too, so I take comfort that I am not alone in this conflict. These ponies are my brothers and my sisters, born together in the hellfire. However, is our motivation misplaced? Could it be that when we lose, that no pony will appreciate the contributions we all made as a family? I've grown to accept the death, the insanity, but I can no longer fathom life without it. It has given me purpose, it has given me goals in which I could never hope to dream of, yet life without carnage is just as terrifying as life with it. And what if I were to be made unfit for service; was that all I had to offer the world? And would I be ridiculed by the ponies I fought to protect, as if I did nothing at all?

All this thought and prospect is what scares me the most, not the noises or the agony. The thought of “What if…?” brings me to uncertainty, and fills me with fear of the unknown. I should be thankful I'm alive, but yet, I yearn for death as an escape from myself! This cannot be normal, not at all.

Is this how I end?

No.

Never.

Your loving son, always.