We enter. It is graduation you know in early June. I remember me and Terrence celebrating as we graduated with the war taking control of Europe, as Luxemburg and Switzerland were now pulled into the war with the ponies building trenches, and stations as the ponies started to take a very almost small fraction of Germany. So small in fact, it was about 13% of New York City. God, I remember when my mother and father saw me crying as I was leaving on the train. As I was waving my arm with a white cloth saying, "Goodbye!"
One thing that took most out of me was when my Grandfather gave me the combat knife he used during the Civil War, he told me he was twelve when he fought at the Battle of Gettysburg, fighting for the Union.
The knife my Grandfather used was a tree bark handle, with a knife, 'Stainless Steel' appeared in the carving of the steel. "That's a really fine knife," Terrence said looking at me, we were close friends and we both always did everything together. Not EVERYTHING, but a lot of things we accomplished in life. The train ride as ok, I guess. I couldn't explain how it was, I never in my life rode a train, or drove a plane or anything like that as such! Only riding a car. "Where did you get it from?"
I was wondering where in all of the world. Where those ponies came from as I stared into Outer Space, about life and its true meaning, maybe I should have written all of this down.
"Nathan!" Terrence called in front of me bringing me back to reality. "Wake Up!" I told myself to never daydream again.
"What?"
"Where did you get the knife?" He said looking at me concerned.
"Oh, umm," I swallowed hard due to my dry throat. "My grandfather fought in the Civil War when he was twelve and he used it to kill any Confederates."
"Wow," He then stopped, then sighed. "I guess he had a carpenter and a blacksmith together right?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
The ride to the camp took about a good nine hours to reach our destination. Only to be in basic training where they would teach you to reload, to throw and arm a grenade, and use any type of gun.
"EVERYBODY, LINE UP!!!" Lieutenant Simpson lined us up side-by-side standing straight up tall with our hands at the back of our hips. Our haircuts were shaved like they have always been when you join the military. "ALL OF YOU GRAB An LEE-ENFIELD IT WILL HELP YOU IN THE TRENCHES AS THEY USED DURING THE GREAT WAR! "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"
"YES SIR!" All of us shouted as we started to move to the lined up Lee-Enfields, even if I had to say the Lieutenant's voice is really rough. Hell, he is losing his lost voice.
There were targets at the distance of the home-base to centerfield like baseball.
"SHOOT THE TARGETS, MAKE TO SURE TO PULL THE BOLT BACK TO RELOAD THE TEN ROUND INTO THE GUN!" He shouted. I felt bad for his voice on this hot summer day. "YOU WILL RECEIVE THE MAGAZINE NOW!!!"
As we see the worker pass down the ten round magazine to me and Terrence and the rest of the others waiting for orders
"PLACE THE MAGAZINE IN THE GUN!"
And so we did, we carefully placed the magazine into the gun as we pulled the bolt back to reload it.
"NOW START SHOOTING THOSE TARGETS!!!" Lieutenant Simpson shouted as we started to shoot the targets this time all of us spread out to prevent shooting each other.
It was ok, I guess shooting it after would mean that I would have to pull and twist the bolt back and upward to receive another bullet. I tried to shoot it in the middle but again the recoil would mess me up.
Sometime later we would run, do obstacle courses to get prepared for trench warfare and to be fast enough to charge to the enemies' trenches.
"EVERYBODY PICK YOUR POISON!" Lieutenant Simpson was really losing it. "NOW SINCE GERMANY WAS NICE OF US TO GIVE YOU BABIES A MAUSER C96 HOLDING TEN ROUNDS! BUT THE M1911 IS THE STANDARD GUN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HOLD 8 ROUNDS!!! NOW GO PICK THE WEAPON YOU WANT!!!"
Like always we got the pistol me personally I pick the Mauser C96 because it held more ammo than the M1911 has it held an eight round magazine. But here is one thing I had noticed after the Great War.
All of the guns that use clips to push into the guns. Now use magazines to replace it for a much faster reload speed time than the clip.
Now that was interesting of how it worked and how much we have come.
"IT WAS DESIGNED BY THE GERMANS AS A PROTOTYPE DURING THE LAST MONTHS OF THE GREAT WAR MAKING IT EFFECTIVE THAN THE CLIP-FED ONE!"
As again we got the ten round magazine and held it until orders, but the targets were closer than their original place like the distance of a pitching mound from the home-plate.
So as again we shot the targets with inaccurate and slight recoil.
So as it came in with a hot night in the shed where we had bunk beds and tents on the outside of the main courtroom. With the moon shining through the windows of the night sky.
turned it on with low volume, tuning the stations to find the right station due to it being messed up in my backpack full of supplies.
"They come from everywhere to take the challeng-e!"
"Oh n-o!"
"World Dominat-i-o-n!"
"Equestria what in the name of G-o-d?!"
"That's it!"
"Let's see how it changes overti-m-e."
"Tonight is the night where Germany is highly increasing to invade 'Equestir-a."
"Yes ma'ma!"
"And if they can name it they can claim it!"
God, now I wonder what's next Italy?! With their Pizza ready to feed who? Matteo?
So much in my head, I really can't see what the war brings us.
"Nathan!" I heard a whisper as I placed the radio back to where I had, kept it for the last two days.
"Terrence?!" I whispered back, "Is that you?"
"Yeah, what did they say about the war in Europe?" Terrence asked. How am I not surprised on how he said that.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean has any new counties joined in the 'party'?" He was asking me if any other counties joined.
"No, the only ones that join are so far are Luxemburg and Switzerland. Why?" I asked him. Was it because of the enemies why fought in the Great War now became our friends? Well, let's hope that they will become our friends.
"Alright I just wanted to check," He coughed. "You know?"
"Yeah, I guess." As I got the covers over to me to make as little noise as possible because well. we signed up for the military, using Lee-Enfields and Mauser C96s too. God, help me through this war.
We did the same thing usually we did our 1-mile run, pushups, situps, doing obstacle courses trying not to fail at or fall down into the mud and make it dry. It didn't even help again with the heat so I and Terrence would pour or drink the water cups, pouring it on our bodies to make it help us. It felt good at least it didn't feel like we were dying.
But as again we used basic rifles and handguns to our advantage this time we used Springfield 1903s with an Auto Revolver reloading it by placing a bullet one at a time and using a speed reloader with was a lot easier than manually. After that, we started throwing grenades just taking out the pin and throwing it. Obviously, we didn't use real grenades but fake ones instead, such as Smoke Grenades.
So as the day ends we took a shower, etc. Getting ready for bed.
As I get on I see the bright blue moon above the horizon with little clouds to be seen outside, as the light from the moon was bright enough to cast our shadows with you guessed it, the ground having a blue tint into it.
"Nathan," Terrence said, I didn't even pull out my radio so I didn't know what he wanted.
"What is it?" All of us was lying down on our back on the beds so I didn't even want to move due to the aching of our training to the army, besides I was comfortable.
"Did you ever wanted to join the Air Force, or to operate a tank?" He asked me.
"No, not really. Why?"
"Well, because of the planes, they twist, dance, and pull in the sky like a flock of birds." He explained to me, using words I thought I would never hear. "Also don't forget about the tanks and how they can the course of the battlefield in the night and day." Oh god, I think he is losing it.
"Wow. That's... interesting of how that was set into place. I just didn't want because well," I tried the best I could to my abilities to explain to him. "it's just a suicide mission, one hit with an Anti-tank grenade then, 'Boom!' you're dead or with a Tankgewehr M1918 in one shot, 'Boom!' dead." I explained even though it was scary in how it is so protected but so fragile to dangerous weapons.
"Oh," he then stopped to adjust himself on his bed to lie down on his bunk bed. "I didn't know that about you."
"How come you didn't sign up?" I asked him with curiosity. If he is talking about all of this why didn't he join the Air Force?
"So, I can be with my friend." He relied on.
Friends, thats the only word that sticked with me all night long...