Tuesday 6th 7:00am
I guess this means I’m alive.
Didn’t get much sleep last night; I spent most of my time trying not to scream because of the pain in my chest. I need to get to a hospital, which is ironic considering we were in one not 24 hours ago. We tried looking for supplies but it looks like the entire building was cleared out during the evacuation.
I’ve had a lot of time to think to myself lately, I find myself looking at the stars, I’ve always liked to look into the night sky but that get boring after 3 hours. So I decided to do something I haven’t done in a long while. I drew a picture.
When I was a carpenter I used to draw a lot of floor plans for houses, sketch blueprints for furniture, my wife always said I should make a living out of it, but I just saw sketching as a job rather than a hobby.
I’ve had an image in my mind for quite some time now; I just can’t seem to get it out so I decided to draw it. I can remember when I was back at the hospital; I was cleaning the guns whilst Cole was looking around the hospital for some painkillers.
Rainbow Dash was in the room with me, she didn’t say anything the whole time, watching me as I did my job. I just remember that split second when I turned around to look at her and she was looking at me with those sad eyes. That image just stuck in my mind ever since, I thought I might as well draw it, maybe it’ll help me accept that I might not see her again. But I'll never forget her. I tried to draw every detail I could remember, the small pile of rocks the detail of the gun and the large building visible through the hole in the wall.
After 10 minutes I finished it, not exactly how I remembered but close enough and I was a bit pissed off about the smudge but I can always redraw it if I wanted to. I’m going to stick it in this journal for now and hopefully I can have it as a picture on my desk at home. If it’s still there that is.
It’s strange, after everything I’ve been through I don’t think I’ve felt this sad about losing someone I know in this war. I guess I grew numb to the feeling because I've lost so many people in this war. My farther, my uncle. .... My daughter. After that I didn't feel the pain anymore. I was nothing but an empty shell that had all it's emotions torn away. Everything I loved dissected from my life until I had nothing left. That's why I took care of Rainbow Dash as best as I could, she helped me to feel again. But now she's gone.
I know there was nothing I could’ve done to save her, I guess it’s best if I just let go and say to myself that she’s gone. It's what I've always done. Otherwise I’ll go mad trying to think where she is in this forest.
I’ll miss you Rainbow.
Sergeant, David, Ann, Bishop.
oh you better make sure that they get back together
and also nice picture
What the hell is an empty she?
Once again, I sincerely hope lil' Dashie survives to go back home... and that Dixon's court-martialed and executed. Having a dead lover/sister/friend is no excuse to be such a prick. The picture's saddening, but also gives us an idea of just how small she is in comparison. Kudos mate.
Man, you can see the hopelessness in her eyes. And she freaking small if a Thomson is bigger than her. This is a really nice picture, hope to see this story continue.
Nice picture
The last chapter made me sad now this, i'm just feeling more and more sorry for bish
are you a mean person writing stuff to make people sad or just a really good writer of sad stuff?
She looks so... broken.
Wow... I mean wow...I've been wondering why you won't make the chapters longer (so short and yet so sweet,metaphorically) , but that picture has such an effect its so unnecessary to add more.
Truelly a picture is a thousand words. Or more. I've never seen any pony look so grim. Despite the depressing look, I hope to see more. That picture gave me more precise idea of what RD is feeling.
Just... wow.
Those bags under her eyes are amazingly effective. It just says so much with so little.
I love the pic!
650373 heheh spell check must've changed it from shell to she.
it's meant to say empty shell
Wow, that picture is very good and very sad ...
I get your point in reduce her size from the "original" - I mean she get carried in a bag and looks more fragile (don't get the right word for it)
I'm impressed how do you make me hate Dixon so much ...
Keep going that way!u
for some reason when i read WWII storys all i can think about is "GET TO THA CHOPPA!!"
I can't help but think of the humor of the situation. If that's how tall rainbow is, then think of Celestia. If she comes looking for Rainbow or something, it's gonna be pretty awkward when she only comes up to chest level.
Anyway, lovely picture, draw it yourself?
Warn me when the reunion chapter comes. I want to have my War Horse soundtrack ready.
"... I’ve always liked to look into the night sky but that gets boring after 3 hours."
*imagine there is a sad Rainbow Dash icon here*
/#/#/#\
/(,0..0,)\
)_)(_( _
(D) (D) /#/ \#\
(bad attempt at a sad rainbow)
You're killing me with all this sadness. And I have to go to work soon! I wanna work happy, dammit
dat thompson looks like its been stitched together
.... Dat Picture.....Holy crap though...Rainbow was the only thing that gave Bishop happiness in this war, and Dixon Ripped it away from him. Well....Bananas anyone?
Nobody noticed it.......NO ONE...holy shit
if you guys look closely at that fingerprint smudge to the right of rainbow...its the tardis....
Great picture btw
That picture is tottaly heartbroking it shiw the horror and sadness that. Really touch me. Anyeays this a good fic
What!? Rainbow Dash is no taller than a Thompson SMG?
I wish I could see the picture...