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Speed hated training. In his opinion it was one of the worst things he had ever experienced. Most of his training involved digging holes and filling them back in again, Firing a rifle once or twice, running at straw bags with German helmets on and squiring them, and he really didn't see the point some of it... yet. Speed was assigned to the Dorset battalion along with many other ponies, he had even made some friends, well more alleys. That involved a pony named Bullet, he didn't really answer many questions about himself but he certainly did ask questions about everyone else and was much respected by the higher up officers. Then there was an officer in charge of the platoon Cloud Kicker who was taken to an English unit from an equestrian unit.
Some of the common rumors around the battalion say that Bullet was too from Equestria, but there was not really any proof. They were accommodated in wooden shack like houses to live in for there short time at there training camp. It for him was a week of hell. The food was more of a gruel the houses were full of holes and were freezing and the beds, oh those things people called beds, they felt as if they were made of concrete blocks.
After his stay at his base camp he was taken back to the coast, back home. Into the harbor he went with his battalion on a boat to his transportation: a huge battleship called the HMS. Penn. When on board he was shown to his mess ( This means room ) of which he shared with nearly a quarter of his battalion, including Bullet and Cloud Kicker. Speed felt very comfortable at this time in the army, he had friends in high places, he was on a ship and had always loved ships, the navy's food was much better than the army's and the beds and accommodation where actually comfortable and nice!
On the way there he was happy too, spirits among the ponies where high, besides the sea sickness, and when they completed there adventure there they found out they were arriving at a place called Filly Delphia.
As the battleship slid into port and the gang plank was dropped the battalion slowly trotted onto the pontoon. The talking receded to a horrified silence. The whole battalion suddenly switched from a happy chatty mood to a silent scared one. There first sight in this new country was horrible. As they marched silently threw the streets, crowds of wounded making the colors red, white and green most dominant in the town. One of the wounded ponies looked right at Speed and sighed,
"More sheep for the slaughter..."
They marched threw the destroyed town full of wounded and destruction, and into the wilderness following a road into a forest with a mountain north of it. They marched threw the wilderness happily having tried there best to for the rest of the way. They sung at the tops of there voices actually smiling along with it,
"It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go! It's a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know!"
Although Speed had no 'Sweetest Girl' he sung along anyway. This all continued until night fell and they were ordered to set up a camp.
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