Hey, Bon Bon. Just sending you a little note to show that I’m still breathing.
They let me sit in the turret’s seat of the jeep today. Sadly, I didn’t get to actually shoot anything with it. It’s just as well, though. We were going too fast for me to fire straight. Still, it was fun pretending.
We’re moving camp to one of the caves near the enemy base tomorrow, the one we scouted today. It’s cold and dark and damp, but hopefully, we won’t be there too long. Once we take over the enemy base, we’ll be that much closer to taking back our homelands.
It’s going to be really dangerous, and I’m kinda scared. A part of me wishes that Celestia never repealed those ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ laws. But then I’d just be at home, feeling like a waste of space. Hopefully, this will help Tootsie Flute and the other foals to grow up in a happier world, even if I’m not there to see it.
Oh, and before I go, tell that little brat Button Mash that I do not appreciate his letter thanking me for ‘dying for my country.’
—Lyra