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// Introduction 
// Story: My little Twily 
// by Bronycommander 
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Introduction


Germany 1960. It was a nice summer Day in Volkach. For most people it was just another normal Day in their lives but for one Man it was the Day that would change his live forever. This is his Story.
Let me you tell about his past before I begin the real story ok?

My Name is Jessie “James” Günther WW1 and WW2 Veteran. I’m German-American. I was born 1895 in Dallas Texas. My father American was a Soldier, my mother German was a nurse. My Family kept the German Name but my father wanted an American Name for my when I was born. I had a little brother called John born two years after me. Despite born in the USA I was more interested in Germany then in the USA. Because of that when I was 18 I decided to immigrate to Germany.

My Parents and my younger brother respected what I did but we stayed in contact with letters. I spoke fluent German as English. I always spoke German with my mother so it was no problem to speak with other German people. Because of my mother I had no accent at all. When the First World War started I was a Medic but I was an excellent Marksman when I had to defend myself. So my superior asked me if I should not become a Sniper. I always showed Mercy when asked and did never leave a comrade behind. I was much respected for this. For me was Friendship and Comradeship the same.

In 1916 when I was 21 I had an accident that changed my life. A Friend of mine and me were close to a canister used as storage for Poison gas. Unfortunately through a malfunction the gas was released. My Friend died I survived. For some reason the gas changed my DNS. I couldn’t age anymore. And I could take more punishment then a normal Human could ever take. When I was recovering in the sick bay, I met a beautiful Nurse named Lena. We fell in love with each other. We decided to get married after the War has ended.

Before I had to go back to the Western front, I wrote a Letter to my Parents about my future wife. They wrote back that they were happy to hear that, but were also sad because my brother John who was in the US-Army was reported missing. He was never found. After the War has ended we married.

The postwar years were difficult when the inflation came in 1923 and the economic crisis in 1929 but we managed to get over it. 1933 when the third Reich was created, I was again a Soldier but this I was in the Luftwaffe. I was a Stuka pilot. I never believed in Hitler’s messages, I was loyal to my Country not to the Regime. When the Second World War started, I was deployed on the western Front but in 1941 when the Africa corps was created I served in Africa. The heat was not a problem for me because I was used to it from Texas. Shortly before the Africa corps was defeated in 1943, I had another accident.

A Fuel canister exploded when the planes were about to be refueled. I was seriously injured so I was sent home. Back home I heard that the Africa corps was defeated, which was sad for me but my wife had happy news. She was pregnant! I was never so happy in my life before. Our Son was born in September 1943, called John, as a memory for my lost brother. After that I served on the western front. I always tried to spare civilians especially children.

1945 was the worst year I ever had in my life. My Family lived in Volkach but visited friends in Würzburg shorty before it was bombed. Lena and John both died when Würzburg was bombed. After that I was losing more and more friends, either dead or captured. I was in berlin when the battle began. I had lost all hope. My Family was dead, my friends were also dead or captured mostly in Russian captivity. A Woman whose Husband was fallen long ago begged me to bring her two sons to safety which I didn’t refuse. I fled with the Sons to the USA. When we arrived I was arrested the two boys were taken to an orphanage. I was released shortly after this. I stayed in the USA until 1950 when things were going better in Germany.

When the economic miracle came, I decided to go back to Germany but not before I read up on the two boys. A young pair similar to me and my deceased wife adopted them. The young pair promised me when the boys are ready they will tell them the truth. I knew immediately that they were in good care. Back in Germany I served in the Bundeswehr but I never had the same comradeship as in the Imperial German Army und the Wehrmacht.

Now we have 1960. I still live in Volkach. I never came over the Death of my Family. Sometimes I take a walk to feel better. This walk however changed my life again. But it changed positive. This was the day when I met Twilight Sparkle.