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// The day I hurt 
// Story: Living on the line 
// by Frost338 
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this explains Spitfire's absence in the last two chapters.


Spitfire's POV

  I woke up at the Everfree base. How I wished I could be with my coltfriend in Appleoosa. But I was here, commander of the base. I was recently promoted to captain because our previous commander deserted two weeks ago. Since then we have had daily attacks on the base. One day in particular was very sad for me.


              72 hours earlier...

   I was talking to the former wonderbolts, remembering our old times as an arial acrobatics team. Those were the days, peace and quiet. I got separated from the group when I was drafted, but it seems the rest of them stayed together through the draft. Then the base alarm went off. We all rushed outside the gate to the trenches and readied our weapons. Then an enormous wave of griffon heavy infantry came pouring out of the forest, firing their light machine guns with no effect. Our artillery then started showering them in airburst shells. We were now equipped with 75mm auto-cannons, instead of the 155mm howitzers we had. This dramatically increased our volume of fire over the field. The griffons kept coming, like always. We opened fire when they reached the 750 yard mark. We were killing more and more of them but they kept advancing. I watched in horror as Rapidfire was hit in the head with a bullet, spraying his brains over the back of the trench. I couldn't dwell on it. "Somepony get on the fifty!" I yelled. Fleetfoot stepped up to the gun and opened fire on the advancing griffons. Then one of the griffons fired a burst that caught her in the shoulder, but she kept firing the fifty, killing the griffon. We held them back for another hour when, CLICK! Fifty's empty Fleetfoot yelled as she drew her pistol.the griffons immediately capitalized on this while ammo was being brought up and charged the trench. One of the griffons tackled Fleetfoot and slashed her neck with his talons, causing her to scream as blod spurted everywhere. She soon died from blood loss, then the griffon tackled me. Then, Soarin' bucked him in the face and charged him. The griffon punched him and slammed him against the wall of the trench with his forearm he drew his pistol as I drew mine. He fired first, hitting me in the shoulder, sending me to the ground. I could only watch as the griffon put the gun under Soarin's chin and pulled the trigger, blowing his brains out. Some sprayed onto me as I sat there with a horrified look on my face. Then the griffon was shot three time in the head. I looked up to see Quartermaster standing over the trench. He hopped down and picked me up and put my good foreleg around his neck. "Thought you might need some help!" he said to me. I weakly smiled at him as he dragged me to the aid station in the base. I was still shocked. My best friends were all just killed right in front of my fucking face! I started to cry as he set me down on a cot. "what's wrong?" he asked. "All my friends just died!" I yelled, still sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh." he said, "I'll be your friend, if you'd like." he said. "Thank you." I said before I passed out from blood loss.


   That was three days ago, and I will remember that as the saddest day of my life. The military is accepting my transfer request. I'm headed to the fort in Appleoosa in two days. I'm happy I gate to see Frost again. It's been almost a month since I've seen him.