I ran behind a tree a few yards behind my team and the ponies. I checked the ammo in my pistol to see I only had three shots left. Looking back, I watched as my team moved up while covering the ponies pulling the bodies of their fallen, including Luna and Celestia, out of the fray. With out a second thought I holstered my gun and ran into the fight. I grabbed a rifle off the ground and started shooting at the Taliban, forcing them to take cover. When I was out of ammo, I ran at them with all of my fury. I disarmed a few of them and started beating them. Each punch broke something as I cut loose. The thoughts of my dead family fueled my punches and anger. With each swing, I saw their faces, I saw Celestia and Luna's pained expressions.
After what felt like seconds, my team was yelling and grabbing my arms. I calmed down enough to see that I had bashed in the skulls of the enemy. In shock, I looked at my blood stained hands and at the horrified looks on the ponies faces. In fear of what I had done, I ran. I ran as fast as I could and as far as I could. When I stopped, I broke down. Years of suppressed emotion spilled from my face.
"James? James, you here?" I heard the snapping of twigs and the pounding of hooves and boots on dry earth. I turned around and saw a dark shadow of a pony with a red horn meld back in with the shadow of the trees. Before I could think too much on it, my team and a few ponies came into the clearing where I was.
"James! What happened!?" I looked and saw Connie drop to my side, holding me.
"I saw them Connie. I saw my family." I leaned into my friend as I cried my eyes out.
"Shhh. It's okay. Let it out. You guys go make sure the princesses are okay and tend to any wounded then bury the dead." Connie spoke with a calm yet firm voice. Once they left, Connie started talking to me again. "Tell me what happened."
"I was there again.