Chapter 1: A Bad Day, That Became Worse
If you don't wish to read all of this garbage, read the very first paragraph with the link, then read the disclaimer, then move to the story. Enjoy it!
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Yep, here's the sequel, I don't have super high hopes for this, naturally I'd still like for it to succeed, as any writer does for their stories, but it will go, the way it goes. Here's the first story, though the only thing it'll have to do with this one, is there will be two characters from the first. ( s/9545605/1/A-Bad-Beginning-A-Good-End ) Okay, so aside with all this, have fun, and enjoy the story. I'd also like to say that this chapter contains strong language, and two parts from songs that are religious. CHILL, DON'T FREAK OUT. They are VERY well known songs, and VERY common ones.
Ever see the movie Titanic? The scene with the band playing when the ship is about to go down? Yes, that song. And another well known, rather common one, IE Amazing Grace. My reasoning for using these: It provides the proper emotion that I, the author, want to portray in this particular chapter, if you are for whatever reason not okay with reading over a TINY bit of these, then I suggest ethier A. Click the back button, B. Skip past it, Or C. I dunno, make up your own option.
In a rather rare chance that someone might not know what I'm talking about, It is up to you completely whether you want to continue on or not, I redirate that they are two very common, well known songs. If you are completely offended that I used these, and refuse to read the rest of the story, I am very sorry, and I wish that you'd reconsider.
Now, if you even bothered to read all that, I congratulate you, if you did not, I do not blame you xD, anyways, what you really came here for, is a story, am I right? And a story you have recieved
*sigh* I claim no rights to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, or the characters, all rights of it belongs to Hasbro, of which again, I claim no rights, any statements/comments saying I taken claims will be null, and void, and ignored.
August, 18th, 1942, just after the last steps of the Makin Island Operation, and after the last of Raiders pulled out, except a few, who were orderd to stay and wait for anyone else, who might not have made the evacuation. "Fuck man..." the radioman of the group began, "Look at this place, torn to shreds...Wish we coulda been in this shit," He joked, but nobody was too pleased, or uplifted by it, they just sat, finally, the Sergeant spoke up, "Boys, until futher notice, it's R-n'-R for us." But the only one who really stans out in this group of twenty, is a young, twenty one year old machine gunner, named a rather common name, Tom.
One might ask themself, what is so important about Tom? Well, I'll tell you, he was drafted, and wasn't exactly excited to be stepping on a foreign land, much less a humid, tropical island, that had a sickening smell that only a jungle could have, mixed in with the smell of gunpowder, and rottin' flesh. Oh yes, he was also a student, at Oxford Universty, but the power of the draft, knows no bounds, unfortunate to say for poor Tom, but he was just glad he WASN'T apart of the main assault, still, that didn't change where he was at currently.
"What'cha think newbie?" the Sergeant gave Tom a slight jab, "Being sort of in the shit that is, this is war my friend, take a good long look at it, it isn't the first time you'll be seeing this kind of thing..." Tom flinched, he wanted no part of any of this, but kept silent, "C'mon champ, stayin' silent ain't gonna' fuckin' help anyone," Little did the Sergeant know, Tom vowed to say a word during the time of him being there, and so he did.
The Sergeant gave up, and decided he wasn't going to get a word out of Tom, atleast for now, so he moved on to people who would talk, "Welp, what'cha say Bill?" Look over to a rifleman, "I say we should use some these fuckin' hay and wood houses as a campfire maker."
Movement in the jungle instantly set them on in combat mode, "Looks like R-n'-R is going to have to wait, let's waste these fuckers!" And before anyone knew it, a battle broke out, Tom set up the machine gun, starting to pull the trigger, but then stopped..."WHAT THE FUCK ROOKIE? GET THE GUN GOING!" The Radioman beside him yelled, but Tom wasn't about too, he only stared at it, "GET. THAT. FUCKING. WEAPON. GOING." The Radioman shouted, but Tom only took cover.
The radioman realised that Tom wasn't about to, so he got on the gun, and started firing at them, shortly after the gun fire stopped, the Japanese withdrawing back, and the Marines finally going back to relaxed. But not all was well, the Radioman was not happy at all with Tom, "What the fuck man? What the fuck is your malfunction Rookie?" He scorned him, instantly the Sergeant walked over, "What is the problem over here?" He asked sternly, "This fuckin' sissy just set up the gun and stared at it like it was an ornament!" The radioman yelled, Tom simply sat there, "Calm the fuck down Charles," The Sergeant ordered, the radioman just walked away, pissed off, "Tomas, now I'm a rational person, and a rather understanding man, would you like to tell me what's wrong?"
Tom just looked at him, and back then back at the ocean, not saying a word, "Tomas, you gotta' talk to me man, I can't help you, if you don't speak your mind, and tell me what you want," Tomas looked at him again, "You wanna know what I want?" He asked, "There we go, yes, I do," the Sergeant said calmly, "I want, to go home," Pointing towards the ocean, "I don't want to be here, I never wanted to become a soldier, or anything in the military field, at all."
"Tom, we all want to get out of this shit, and we all wanna go back home, but you gotta make it out for what it is," the Sergeant tried to explain, "Okay, but how do you make out Hell exactly?" Tom asked, the Sergeant laughed, "You're looking at it," Gesturing to all around him, "So now that, that is out of the way, I'd like to know why you didn't fire?"
Tom looked back out at the ocean, "Because...The gun got jammed, and...I forgot how to clear a jam," Tim tried to lie, the Sergeant facepalmed, he wasn't buying this story, "We've all used a machine gun once or twice, and it seemed once Charlie hopped on it, it was working fine," The Sergeant said suspiciously, "He cleared the jam..."
Tom wanted to cry so badly, he didn't want to be there, he never wanted to be in the military at anytime, he wanted to learn, but you can't learn in a wartorn enviroment, now can you? But despite all of this, he held his tears in. The Sergeant stared at him, "So a radioman, who knows only basics of a machine gun, cleared an advanced jam in the main chamber?" Tom nodded, "Uhuh..."
The Sergeant's name was Wallace, and Wallace wasn't buying it at all, but he didn't know how to tackle this issue ethier, he was dealing with a young, depressed, heavy hearted person, and emotions was not his strong point. "Alright," He said with a sigh, "I believe you Tom," He said, and patted him on the shoulder. Though Wallace knew what the real issue was, he dared not to say it infront of the others, so he let it pass, and made it a note to speak to Tom about it later.
The night came, and guard shifts were set up, but the Sergeant made sure that Tom was not put on a single shift, not to mention he also made sure that Charlie was the gunner for the machine gun. Tom was about to go to sleep, when Wallace woke him, "Yes?" Tom said, opening his eyes, "Tom, I'd like to talk to you, alone," Wallace said. Tom was now nervous, but decided to get up, and follow the Sergeat, who seemed to be leading them a far ways from the others sleeping, once they arrived far enough away, Wallace turned to him.
"You aren't going to do well in this war, doing what your doin' boy," He said with a sigh, "I know, you're heart's achin', you're scared to death, you don't know what to do, you were pretty much thrown here away from a place you loved, parents, grandparents, siblings...I get it man..." Wallace said, at that point, Tom couldn't hold it, he broke down, tears freely flowing down his face in streams, "I never wanted this...I never asked...I-I-I..." He couldn't talk past the sobbing, he fell to his knees after a few seconds more.
Wallace just look at the shatter mess of a young man, looking at him now, Wallace realised actually just how misplaced Tom really was, the second look Wallace got of Tom, it just looked like Tom was just put in a uniform, and thrown into war. Tom was still crying, hands over face, mumbling incomprehensible jibberish, probably words, but Wallace was too busy examining tom, how Tom even made it past basic training was beyond Wallace, but he did somehow.
Suddenly loud Japanese yelling was heard, which made Wallace perk up, "That sounds like a banzai charge..." He said, the two of them unfortunately were very far away from the squad, "Tom, I know you're having your clean out moment here, but we need to get to our squad." Tom was still crying, "I don't care..." He said, through his sobbing, "I don't care..."
Wallace couldn't leave Tom there, so he picked him up, and put him on his shoulder, "Then we'll just do it this way," Wallace said, and began to attemptively run towards the squad, but it was too late, the Japanese began to sprint out of the jungle, the squad immedialty jumping out of their sleeping bags, and soon, gunfire.
The whole jungle lined seemed to be spitting Japanese banzai soldiers out, the entire line of the jungle had a Japanese soldier jumping out of it, and onto the beach, a few broke off and were running towards Wallace and Tom. Wallace was still carrying his gun, which had a round drum magazine, and he began to fire at the few, hitting a couple, but more started swarming towards those two, "Fuck me...Tom, we might actually die..." He said sorrowfly.
"I...don't care," Tom eeked out, crying harder, "I don't care..." He said again, crying harder, Wallace's life was flashing before his eyes, he was trying not to look at the images that were flying by, but he couldn't help it, last memories an' all...He eventually slowed to a walk, which then slowed to a complete halt, he set Tom down, and then set beside him, "Well...I got about...Two mags, we should be fine...maybe."
He then fired his full magazine and the ones running at them, while singing a song he always swore he'd sing, before he'd die, he wasn't a religious man by far, and being a war man that he was, he's done alot of things, but this song always made him feel good when he heard it, so it was going to be his last song, "Amazing Grace...How sweet-" Tears started blurring his vision, firing more at the enemies comeing his way, "The sound-" Tears coming down his face now, his gun clicked, he was officially out of ammo.
"That saved-" He unloaded the gun, grabbed another mag, and loaded in, or trying to, "A wretch...Like me..." He finished, well, he finished what he knew atleast, and started burst firing again, then began singing another that he knew better, he knew this one better, because his grandmother use to say that, the cruise ship's (Ring a bell?) band that had a terrible accident, which she was on, played this very song, "Nearer...my god to thee-" Though it seemed he was dropping alot of them, they just kept coming, "nearer...to...thee..." Barely able to fire his weapon, much less sing.
But he kept singing, even through sobs, "E'en though...it be a cross-" He couldn't do it, he dropped his weapon, in a full crying state now, the years of war taking a full effect on him, memories of fallen men flashing in his mind. His parents, family, kids, everything, hitting him hard. He nearly forgot he was on a battlefield, and just as one banzai soldier got near, he shot him, dropping him in seconds, Wallace whiped his eyes, and fired at them again.
And began picking up his singing, "Still all...my dreams...I'd be near-" He ran out of ammo again, and reached for his last mag, but had nothing, he sighed a very pained one, and stopped singing right there. He pulled out his pistol, popping a few, but making no dents in the many that were running at them, he threw his pistol, and put his arm around Tom. "Don't worry kid...We'll be going home, very soon," He said with a smile, Tom however was still crying.
A banzai soldier was nearing them, but just as he readied his rifle for the killing blow, a flash of light hit all three of the people there, and just as they were there, they were gone, in a blink of an eye. Little did they know, they were now entering Equestria.