Forward again, and again, and again.

by Zaravan


The fourteenth entry, or: My feet hurt. I'm tired. Are we there yet? This train sucks. My back itches.

We've been cooped up in this train for about half the day and most of us are getting a little cranky. God, if another pony comes up and asks me one more fucking inane question i'm going to scream. At least we're almost there anyways, thank god. The only downside is that we'll be out in the sun and the heat. We've made sure to pack plenty of water and such. We've also taken quite a few tarps and other coverings for the trenches to help keep things tolerable.

The plan is that once we disembark, we'll set up a ring of trenches about a fourth of a mile from the town. We'll have the trench system envelop the town in the center, as we're not sure what direction they'll be coming from. We've loaded up two whole boxcars with equipment and ammunition for the mortars and machineguns. What little we know of the changelings is that they're connected by a hive mind, that and the fact that there's a lot of them.

So we've packed as much ammo as we can haul on our backs. We're going to have to put a lot of effort into the defenses. Overlapping fields of fire for the machineguns, and a setup to have the mortars firing in continuous volleys. We're all that stands between Appleoosa and the Changeling horde. We cannot fail.