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// A New World A New War 
// Story: The Tank Hunter 
// by Lone Maus 
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Jack walked away from the quartermaster with all his gear. The front had been very quiet for some time as he looked to the sky with a smile it was clear as could be.


    "The fly boys are going to have fun today hunting down tanks," the voice came from his friend Dan who was the commander of a Sherman firefly.


    Jack turned around with a laugh responding with "as long as they save some for us."


    "Careful what you wish for mister tank hunter," Dan said with a smug smile then continued as he got in his tank "there is a force headed for us so be ready to-" his sentence was cut off by an ear piercing shot as sparks showered Jack then an explosion knocked him down.


      He slowly got up shaking his head as he saw the firefly, the turret was laying on the ground next to the tank as the fire came out of the now turretless hull.


    His hearing slowly came back just in time to hear the word every US and British soldier feared "TIGER! A bloody Tiger! Run!" He froze on the spot as the beast reviled its self from the trees at the end of the camp. Soldiers were doing one of three things praying, running, or shooting at it, at first he raised his .55 Boys AT rifle and fired, the shot did nothing as the hull MG on the Tiger opened up sending a hail of bullets his way he eminently dropped himself to the ground luckily only catching one round in his left shoulder. He shrieked in pain, grabbing his shoulder and breathing heavy. He lied there for a few moments as the Tiger switched targets and as soon as he seen the Tiger turn away he got up and ran for it.


      He didn't know how long or how far he had run but he got away alive that's all that mattered. He was in a forest with tall trees and no ground cover so he couldn't hide and with his shoulder injury he couldn't fight so he decided to keep walking, 5 minutes passed and he got nowhere when *click* he froze his heart started racing as he looked down under his foot was a land mine, it was one of the mines that blow up  after you step off of it.


	Jack pulled a plier and a knife out of a bag that was hanging from his side. He slowly pulled moved his foot so he could see more and he jabbed his knife at a metal plate on the mine, it made a tiny dent. “You stupid, bloody machine!” Jack yelled in anger, standing back up and putting his tools back into the bag. 


      What was Jack supposed to do now as he stood he saw something move through the trees, he reached for his Colt.M1911 as whatever it was made it's way closer. The thing was about 100ft away when he realized it was glowing, it continued to get closer till it was standing right in front of him, it looked like a white and brownish red horse but with big eyes and a horn and wings?


    Before he could do anything it spoke: "You are the one named Jack am I right?" Jack nodded his head and it continued "I have a choice for you and it is you can be sent to the world where ponies like myself-live you, of course, will be turned into one and all your stuff on you will come with."


        “Y-your a bloody horse! You could be a filthy german for all I know.” Jack said to the horse, slightly backing up, keeping his foot on the mine as he sighed.





    He looked at the pony as he now knew what it was called then he responded with "If I don't go then what?"


    It answered  with "Then you will be left to your fate so if you will go then just raise your foot of that and you will be transported there."


    "Ok, I will go then. Im trusting you on this. I hope this aint a trap." He said as he was about to take his foot off he thought what does it matter if it worked well if not he would die either way he would no longer matter in this world.


    It stopped him and said "There is one more thing I have to tell you about this world, there is a war going on between Equestria and the Allied Zebra Nations you will have to fight for Equestria as you will be a pony and you will be in one of the many large cities that are being contested," and with that he nodded and lifted his foot off the mine.


     His vision was black but that changed to a stormy sky, he was on his back. He couldn't feel his fingers then he remembered he should have been turned into a pony. He stared at his hoofs for a moment, thinking to himself. “Holy crap. Ive been turned into a colorful horse. Great.” He quickly rolled onto his belly and stood up on all fours and looked himself over. His Boys AT rifle was on his back, his M1911 in its holster on his left side and he still had his camouflage on, his coat was light gray and his mane was dark brown, as he started taking it all in he realized he was in a building. He walked around the top looking into the city and it seemed to go on forever. His site seeing was cut short as the sound of gun and cannon fire filled the air.


    "Stop right there pony scum!" Came an unknown voice causing him to turn and face who said it, it was a young looking zebra who had a semi-auto rifle on his side and a trigger device in his mouth ready to fire and kill Jack. "Anything to say scum?" The zebra said and without responding Jack reached for his M1911 with his right forehoof, pulled it out and shot the zebra 4 times. It happened so fast the zebra didn't get a shot off, he put the gun back and saw his backpack with ammo and aid, he picked it up and walked over to the dead zebra and looked him over, there was a map and nothing else of interest.


   He found the way the zebra got up and made his way to it, by now the fighting had gotten closer and now it was right below him. He ran to the edge of the roof and looked down, there were about 20 ponies behind cover on both sides of the street with a tank in the middle. The tank had a tall turret with a short but big gun sticking out of it and it was pointed at the building as it had MGs in it. Before he could do anything the tank fired, the round hit the building and exploded causing the side to collapse around him, he covered his head as the world went black.


     He heard voices, one of them yelling "There's somepony in the rubble!" Then he felt some of the rubble started to move and reviled and pony's face. "It's a pony we need to get him out, Derpy cover us!" The pony called out as he waved two other ponies over to help.


    Jack couldn't make out the details on the pony's face but he could see the pony who was sticking out of the top of the tank, the pony looked like a mare and her mane was blonde and her coat was light gray like his. The fighting was still going on as the tank fired again causing a large amount of damage to another building.  It wasn't long before they got him out of the rubble along with his equipment.


   He was laid down behind some cover as a pony with a red cross look him over then asked him some questions "Can you feel your legs?"


   Jack answered "yes"


    The pony asked the next question "Can you move any of them?"


    Jack answered "no"


    The pony then said "Ok we are going to get you out of here. Belt get over here." A large pony ran over with what looked like a machine gun on his side, that's when Jack realized all the ponies except the one in the tank had very dark blue coats and fangs, this made him a little uncomfortable. The medic pony lifted Jack onto the back of the large pony and yelled: "He's ready to go!" Before anyone responded both ponies started going the other way. It started getting hard to stay awake and Jack let himself fall asleep.