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// Chapter 1 
// Story: MLP WAR JOURNALS 
// by RAGNAROK 
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	"When I was young my father would always say'for a wounded man shall say to his assailent if I die you are forgiven,if I live I will kill you' thats a bunch of bull". Rapspiten said to himshelf. Saying these words every morning has become a ritual to him now."I've been stationed here a month now, and I havnt seen a thing". He said to himshelf watching the horizen.He started his morning routine of cleening his rifle.Usualy when he was finished he would eat breakfast ,but today he felt sick to his stomach, so he skipped it.Little did he know this quit mundane life was soon to end,
He heard something off in the distance but put it off as nothing. Then he heard the sound he always hoped would never come. The air raid siren started blaring, over the intercom he heard the commander speaking."Battlestations everypony now"! As he heard that he could now see the attackers. They were panzerchlek pegasi the black uniforms and the black crosses on the flanks were dead givaways. He knew his mosin nagant would not reach that far into the sky.He cursed to himself silently then remembered the package sent from command. Earlier in the week he requested a new rifle it has already arrived he just hasnt opened it yet, he knew he'd need it for this. As he opened the crate he smiled to himself, the weapon before him was one extream beauty, the ptrs-41. He knew with this he would prove more eficient. He loaded the rifle,took aim, then fired. He droped one pegasi,then the bombs started droping. The sound was deafening,he felt the earth move beneath his hoove.
All he could hear was the ringing, then he felt warmth, then the pain began. Some shrapnel had struck him in the ribcage. Then before he could react another bomb fell next to the outpost throwing him clear of it. He knew he had to get away but were, he thought. Then he realized he could get to the everfree forest but how, he couldnt move his leg let alone walk so he crawled. He crawled for three days straight with little rest and no food or water. Until finally he reached a cabin, in wich then he blacked out.
He awoke to a shoft voice singing to him he felt warm and safe as if he had died and reached heaven, but when he opened his eyes he saw a yellow pegasus with yellow coat and a pink mane smiling at him. He tried to get up but the pain shot through him again. She frowned to him and said,"you need to rest so your wounds can heal". He almost couldnt take the soft voice seriosly, but he knew he wouldnt be able to fight back in his condition. "Whats your name". He asked. "Fluttershy",she responded."Whats yours"."Raspiten",he said. He knew he neaded to get back to the warzone but wnted to stay awhile to make sure his savior stayed safe from the panzerchlek , he knew what they did to ponies who havnt been killed or enslaved in eqestria, and he thought to himself he wanted to get to know the pony that saved his life.
The yellow pegasus brought a new meaning to his life. Before she saved him all he wanted to do was die, but not now. She reminded him of why he was fighting. His family was brutally murdered in the first war, he was the only survivor in the chaose. He vowed that day to kill as many panzerchlek as he could but he was to young. Then the time arose when the second war began. He wondered why she had helped him , but he couldnt ask just yet. He really couldnt complain he was fed well, better than the military meals he was used to. He wasnt yelled at to do something. Best of all she was kind to him. "So your a slavian  soldier"? She asked. "Yep sergeant of the 3rd red infantry brigade". He replied. "What was it like"? She asked. "short an simple,a living hell. Combat training was the most painfull experience of my life. Most died before the end of the first week. The instructors would always say, only the strong will survive, the colt next to you may not survive you must work as a team of one, dont rely on the other you must think on your own". He replied laughing to himself. The next question asked, he was not prepared for. Her face grew darker with sadness." How many have you killed"? He knew the meaning to this question. " More than i can count". He replied in a monotone voice."Why does this world have to constantly tear itself appart"? She replied while starting to cry."Without war there is no peace like if there is no evil ther is no good, war just has to happen to keep the order". He replied."I guess your right". She said while drying her eyes."And you dont have to worry im here". He stated smiling."I guess so". She replied giggling."Im going to go on a walk". He said."Your not up to health yet". She replied."Dont worry il be fine". He replied.As he walked down the path he could hear voices in the woods,Panzerchlek.He started running back to the cabin, he was then takled from behind, and thrown to the ground.He yanked ou his knife and stabbed the colt on top of him.Then a heavy hoove stamped his face knocking him out cold.He woke in a cold dark room that reaked of death.He then heard crying and started tugging at the harness to get free, but he couldnt break free.He was then stamped in the face agian."Well men waht should we do with these two"? Said a foriegn voice"I say we kill them slowly". Said another voice.