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// Entries 10-12 
// Story: Memoirs of A Guard 
// by TheWingman 
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Tuesday, March 6th, 1011 ESY






I gotta hand it to my fellow pegasi for how quickly they handled this year’s Winter Wrap-Up. Those from Cloudsdale have to be working with the focus of Somnambula and the speed of Flash Magnus. As quickly as winter came last year, it left in little under 7 hours; not a single trace was left. Even as we did our standard PT outside, the ambient air was still cool and tolerable. All in all, it was a good day… except for one thing that rubbed me the wrong way.

One of our many politicians, Duke Keppler of Trottingham, came by on his tour after stopping at Canterlot. The only thing I can say about him is that he sure does have a stick up his royal flank. With his son (and my cousin) Blueblood,  the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree at all. He seems to think low of the RG, calling us ‘tools’, ‘brutes’, and believing that words and intellect were what truly won engagements. I swear that if I had one bit every damned time, I’d be as rich as a dragon. It seems as if though they make a decision to move things forward, it winds up taking us two steps backwards. Because of them cutting the defense budget a bit, last year’s changeling attack on Canterlot happened and they were wondering why the RG were unprepared.

Contrary to what’s been said about us, we DO think. The difference is that we tend to be more proactive in how we approach a situation. I find it funny that some of our leaders would look down on us guards. We’re the ponies that would be there to protect them so they could sit on their flanks and decide Equestria’s fate through quill and parchment. They honestly should show us more respect the next time any of us are escorting them. The next time anything life threatening happens, they’ll be needing us. 






Wednesday, April 4th, 1011 ESY






Woah, damn, I’m honestly still in shock about what happened. Today I was given the task of cleaning out the supply depot with Spring Berry, another recruit that joined around the same time as I did. He came from nearby Ponyville from what I’ve heard him mention. He was one of those recruits that took his training a bit more seriously than the rest of us. My guess is that either his father was a guard at one point or someone else in his family was.

As we were sorting out some of the stuff on the top, Spring was using a ladder to reach the higher shelves. Somehow, the ladder became unstable and fell back, sending him crashing to the floor… then the shelves in front of him squashed him. I panicked and brought the MPs while explaining what happened while being short of breath. After some digging, we managed to dig him out but the sight was awful to put it lightly. Some of the stuff that landed on him were heavy enough to cause serious bloody injuries. The medics rushed him to the infirmary but he didn’t make it. From what I’ve heard, he was pronounced “Dead on Arrival”.

When the time came for me to explain my case, I was cleared of any possible suspicion. Somehow, my ‘status’ might’ve influenced their judgement but the MPs with me corroborated my story. To think that an accident could be so dangerous kinda puts a chill down my spine. I know that my mother doesn’t need to worry about death due to her being immortal. But me, I think it’s best to enjoy life while it lasts. If I die, I die. But, I’ll be damned if I go before realizing my dreams.






Sunday, August 26th, 1011 ESY






My goodness, I honestly never expected this to happen.  I was returning to the barracks this afternoon and it was pitch dark in there. Once the lights turned on, I felt my hooves froze in place at what I saw. My friends, a few officers, and my mother all stood there holding various things from presents to a cake. I knew very well what it was. Today was my birthday or at least what meadow had figured when she found me on the doorstep of the orphanage. I was bombarded by confetti and noisemakers. Honestly, I was at a loss for words.

From I was told, Celestia had made arrangements with the staff here, making sure to not give me a single hint of what she planned. This was rather odd considering that she’s never done it to me the last couple years I was here. Why now, why do something for me you didn’t before when you had opportunities to? At the end of the day, it was all moot. I enjoyed the little birthday party.

When it came time for cake, I took first dibs of the thing. It was chocolate, just like how me and my mother like it. As I reached for another piece, my friends suddenly grab me from behind and buried my snout in the cake. Next thing I knew, I was being thrown in one of the pools on one of the obstacle courses. Gotta hand it to them, the RG sure knew how to pull a prank well. Laughs were had and much cheering was done. We wanted to make the most of it because tomorrow, it was back to the old grind.