Tragedy

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Hi, I'm Thunder Mesocyclone Storm. My middle name is pronounced meso- with a long e. Yeah, that's my name, but, everypony just calls me Thunderstorm or, t storm for short. This is my account of the Ponynam war or as you humans call it on your measly mud ball of a planet:
The Vietnam War.....

So, here it is...

CHAPTER 1

TRAGEDY

I was sitting on the tail boom of "Ol' Iron sides" my UH-1B "Huey" gunship eating a bowl of shrimp. God, this stuff tastes like crap.

I've been eating this too long because we ran out of food in the storage hold of the USS Princess Celestia and all we have to eat is this stupid stuff we pull out of the ocean. I had just gotten finished with a long day of cleaning out the corroded flex gun barrels because this stupid sea water keeps splashing up on my chopper and corroding the stupid things. I hop down from the tail boom and sit in the pilot's seat. I almost cry because my brother used to sit in the seat right beside me. but, he's in a better place now. He died trying to save me from a ponycong trying to kill our fallen platoon. I was the last colt to get on the medivac but we never got there. An impacting B-40 rocket hit the Chinook and blew it all to shreds. Me and lightning were the only ones alive because we weren't on it. We sat down on the ground and he tried to revive my dehydrated body by giving me some water. That's when the stupid PC came up and stabbed him in the leg. They fought and he managed to get the knife away from him and almost stab him. Then, the PC decided he was gonna be stupid and pull out another knife and stab him. His name was Lightning Storm.

I sat up from dozing off.

I do that a lot. I got up out of the Huey and went over to the bridge.

Admiral Bath was waiting. OH! I almost forgot to tell you, we call him admiral bath but, his name is actually admiral veth.

" Good day, admiral." I stated.

" Lovely isn't it admiral?'

Another thing, i'm also an admiral.

"I have a proposition for you."
"What is it?"
"You need to take your helicopter to 'nam."

Darn it.....

I was really thinking I was gonna avoid this.

So, I went to my helicopter and got in. Big Macintosh and Applejack, my door gunners climbed in their respective doors while Rainbow Dash, my new copilot, hung onto the main rotor.
The reason why we hold onto the main rotor is when there comes a sudden gust of wind, we don't want the rotor banging and clashing around so, when it gets pulled out of RD's hooves, it will be spinning around fast enough to prevent this from happening.

The rotor gets pulled out of RD's hooves and she sits in her seat and flips up the flex gun sights.

We take off and head out over the 10 mile stretch between the USS Princess Celestia and the Marecong river.
as we go over the zigzag tree line and we get hit with .50 cal. fire.

Applejack and Big Macintosh both yell out their respective windows...

" RECEIVING FIFTY FIRE, RECEIVING FIFTY FIRE!!!!!!!" They both say almost in unison.

I spin my helicopter around and stare that Equestrian Communist 50 caliber machine gun down its bore.

3 high explosive warheads put an end to that gun.

I think to myself....

' Did I really just do that?'

Then, I also, simultaneously, think,

' I don't have time to think!!!'

We fly our way to Saigon and land at the mare force base.

crazy stupid drunks.....

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We get off the helicopter and go to a bar.
We order a couple of Lowenbrau beers that turn into a couple more beers that eventually turn into a couple of Jack Daniel bottles.
I cant remember how much we drank but half of us couldn't stand.
That's when we saw the dogs.

Rolo stood up and gestured the waitress over to us,
" How much for those dogs??"
Ponynamese talk funny.
"Oh them? they're not for sell."
Which through my drunkenness I could figure out that meant they're not for sale.
That wouldn't fly with my fly boys.
"So, we'll come in tonight and steal those doggies."
"But sir, we don't have enough"------
"SHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

So, we got out at about 12:00 midnight and I walked up to the watchman on duty..
"What you are about to be witness to, you are not witness to do you understand?"

He just nodded.

We made our way across the street, stumbling like the drunks we are and made our way around the back.
Rolo tried the lock
"Locked." he stated
I tried the ladder. needless to say, it was slicker than two eels screwing in a bucket of snot.

I finally got up to the top and I looked down.

Fifteen dog burglars were stumbling around, giggling like a bunch of colt scouts going to their first pantie raid.
We got up on the roof and tried to find a way in.

We found one in and stood looking at it.

Note: This is a house built by the pony-Vietnamese, for the pony-Vietnamese who aren't very big. Now it held 16 full grown colts from equestrian who averaged 100 pounds for a grand total of 1600 pounds standing in an area of about 20 square feet.

"What's that sound?" I said
"Sounds like something's breaking." Rolo said
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than all of us found ourselves in with the bar lady's hookers.

Screams rang out into the night as we picked up the ten dogs and ran for light.
We also found out something about wet stairs.
You cant stop very easily on them.

We hit the front door, after falling 2 flights of stairs and the door never stood a chance.

We ran across the street and the watchman stood there with a shocked expression on his face.

Thunderstorm and the flying black ponies of ponynam part 1 of ten

by admiralthunderstorm

Tragedy

crazy stupid drunks.....