Dearest mother,
I hope you are doing well. I know it's only been a few days since I left Ponyville, but it feels almost like a lifetime since I got on that train. I'm doing as ok as can be expected, by the way.
The train ride up to Canterlot wasn't particularly long, but everypony on board was tense. Small wonder, really, what with the fact that we're going to war. There was a royal guard in our car, and I don't think his being there helped all that much. He was silent and rough with the weaker-willed stallions. As for everypony else, he just stared at us like we were some dirty Diamond Dogs that had, for the lack of a better term, "spoiled" his front door mat. I tried to stay out of sight, mother, I really did. But I think he has it out for me now. I didn't even say anything to him!
After we got to Canterlot, we were all put onto another train to Vanhoover. The guard, who apparently is our commander now, said that we would be going through a two week crash course in basic training. He never mentioned his name, but he said that we should address him as "Sir!" As cliché as it is, I don't think I have a choice.
Anyway, I'm sorry this letter is so short. I only had a short break to write it before the mail pony was going to leave.
I'm scared, mother. I can't help it, but I am.
I just hope I don't let everypony down.
Signed with love,
Bulk Biceps