A/N For those of you who is a acquaintance of mine, let me tell you this. Yes I am a brony. I have watched the show for a while now and frankly, it is not that bad as people say. So if you think that this is messed up, just look at this world we live in. We once thought that bleeding was a way to fix sickness until we figured it's just going to kill us. We find that a certain African who is recruiting children from other countries to fight for a war. So if that is not messed up and a person's hobby is, then you are clearly the one who is messed up. I write these stories for fun, not as a political guy who criticize things.

MLP:FIM is copyright of hasbro. I own nothing but the thing I have created with this brain.

Vietnam... to alot of us soldiers, they refer to it as 'hell on earth' or 'road to glory'.

Me? Well, I wouldn't consider either of the two.

To me, Vietnam is just like home.

Sure America doesn't have monsoons seasons, or gurilla fighters in thick jungles, but how they treat their people, their soldiers; it's no different to how I was treated back in America.

My name is James Yorinaka. I'm a Japanese American soldier, currently fighting against the communist forces in South East Asia.

A lot of the soldiers here were drafted, forced to fight. Some enlisted to be here by will. I was technically drafted, but I sort of enlisted. I don't know. I mean, I didn't really had a choice

Maybe I chose to go to another hell, but at least I can tollerate THIS hell.

I survive this hell, as a member the Armys' Long Range Reconaissance Patrol or LRRP. Fighting in the deep jungles, dense cities, and the kill zones of many mountains.

And I would rather die in this hell rather than the hell I once called home. But I know, I won't die like the others. Not until god is satisfied over my sufferage.

Laos, 0552 hour. 1971

I've been tracking this General and his contact for a while.

From the intel they've given me, supposedly this contact was responsible for leading the Communist during the Tet Offensive. Leading to the cost of hundreds of US casualties. And they were conducting a weapons deal in Laos to strike on Saigon or other American outposts.

I could care less but I was ordered to do it so can't say no.

They sent me; a LRRP, into Laos to confirm it, then relay the location for the Studies Observation Group to Capture or kill the contact along with the General and his men.

So far, I confirmed their location and gave them the co-ordinance.

My fingers twitched around the rifle. I could tell I'm anxious.

I always felt anxious every time I was sent out. Who wouldn't be when your sent in deep within enemy lines, with little chance of reinforcements and all you have is your training and your weapon. Unless you're a comic book hero, like superman, yeah, you're pretty much fucked.

My nerves jumped when my radio came to life.

"Delta, This is Sierra-Oscar-Golf copy, over?"

I grabbed my radio and pressed down the 'talk' button.

"...C-Copy."

"You alright Delta? You seem nervous."

"Where the hotel you guys been?" I retorted.

"Hey, you know the Jeeps can't maneuver in these terrains. You infiltrated the easy way, we had to hike 10 miles to get here."

"But I still walked 40 miles after the jump to get here in two days so what are you complaining?"

"*chuckle* Are all Asians athletic? Man, wish I had your legs about now."

"Shut the hell up, we're here to take down a HVT for questions about his involvement in Tet Offensive. Not to discuss whether or not you're out of shape."

"Fuck you dink."

"Just do what you're told to do and I'll do mines."

"Fine, just keep us alive 'Zaytsev'."

I scanned the village through the scope of my M1903, Springfield from atop a five story building. My sniper rifle is old and obsolete compared to the new Remington rifles they brought in but I prefer the Rifle I'm used to. I had this rifle since I joined LRRPs back in 1966. I guess it's my 'graduation gift' from Recondo.

I also had just in case charlie stick their nose too close, an M16 to solve my problems. But if they really get close, then my two friends will take care of the rest; the Colt brothers, Mustang 1911 and Colt Stallion.

As I continue to scan, I spotted the squad of SOG units.

"Sierra, Keep going north then make a U-turn to your right. Target location is 20 yards to your West." I said into my radio.

"Roger, interrogative, do you eyes on enemies? Can't see shit in front of us."

"Copy, I'll guide you to objective."

As I turn off the radio and adjusted my sights I failed to notice a NVA squad entering the building.

"There, turn right now and head west." I said and the squad turn as I informed them.

"Target building in sight, prepare to breach. Delta, you think you can provide support?" he asked.

"I'll do what I can from here. Be advise, there are too many buildings and foliage between me and target so visibility is low on my end."

"Copy, entering building."

As he turned off the radio, I heard the sound of breaching explosive in the distance. Even though there's a distance of 370 yards in between, it still sounded like it blew right next to me.

Soon after a gunfight erupted and the whole village was alerted of the SOG's presence. Their presence, but not mines. At least, not yet.

"Delta, we got a sniper on roof! You see him!"

I began to look around and saw the sniper. Well in-cover of the roof, from them.

I aimed my rifle and shot a round out of my rifle. I could literally see the bullet flying in the air until it impact against the sniper's skull.

"Target down." I said as I extracted a shell out of it's chamber. Just when I was about to make my second shot, the door behind me slammed open and two Vietnamese soldiers entered.

Right as one of them aimed his rifle, I shot him in the eye with my sniper rifle.

As the soldier watched his comrade's brain paint the wall, he aimed his weapon at me and returned fire.

I dodged and kicked the table over and used it as cover.

The Vietnamese poured lead on me but I had time to pull out mustang and Sally out of their holster and cocked them. Right as Charlie stopped to reload, I jumped out of my cover and shot him in the gut twice and a head shot.

I got back up and grabbed my ruck-sack.

As I strap it on my back, and slung my sniper rifle, I pulled out my radio as I left.

"Sierra, my position is compromised! Need to relocate, going dark!"

"Understood, Sierra out."

As I put away the radio, a Soldier spotted me around the corner. Before the Vietnamese could react to anything, I shot in his throat. As he choked on his blood, I heard yells of Vietnamese from elsewhere.

"Intruder, fifth floor!"

'Kuso(Shit), didn't know there were more up here!' I thought, cursing myself. I swapped my M1911s with the M16 and ready myself for a gun fight.

Right as I stepped out, a soldier tackled me and tried to stab me with a knife. I managed to dodge out of the way and rifle butted my attacker in the head, breaking his skull.

As he dropped to the floor, I made no interest of waiting for more to figure out what happened and what they're going to do with the killer. Especially to a sniper like me. I opened a window and saw a building that was within jumping distance; perfect escape. Footstep could be heard below so I had to be quick. I stepped on to the edge and readied myself.

Once I took a breath, I made the leap of faith. The other floor of the other building came closer and closer until my feet touched the ground. I continued on and jumped across building to building to my secondary observation point which was on a cliff.

It wasn't far, but still took me a long 10 minute jog to the location. Once I reached a well elevated area where I can see the village from afar, I pulled out my radio to inform my progress.

"Sierra, It's Delta. I'm at the secondary location, how are you holding up." I said but I received no reply.

"Sierra do you copy." Still no reply, instead I keep hearing interference in the radio.

'Am I being jammed?' I thought. But then again, even if they receive their supplies and equipment from the Soviets and Chinese, they can't operate or keep maintenance a hi-tec device. So what's with-

I suddenly felt a sharp pain from my back. I looked down and saw blood, dripping down to the ground. I felt the pain again when the blade was pulled out.

My breathing was hoarse and I felt light-headed, I was quickly entering into shock.

The soldier in front of me was ready to finish the job, but I still had a card in my sleeve.

I grabbed the barrel of the rifle and point it away from me.

Before he could realize what I did, he already pulled the trigger, emptying what ever was left in the magazine.

Despite the hole in my stomach, I stood up and pulled out my own bayonet out of its sheath.

In that instant moment, I saw the look in his eyes; fear, and hatred. The fear of what I would do to him, and the hatred for what I did in the past.

I could understand why; I killed so many men of his comrades I lost count. All from a gun to the edge of a blade. I stared at him with a glare alone could kill. But the glare wasn't what killed him, rather my blade to his neck.

I could feel the blade grazing against the spine and part of the skull. The next moment I pulled my blade out, he plopped to the floor like a rag doll.

But he did something I didn't realize, he had a detonator rigged to a pack of plastic explosive that was strapped to his body. What's more, the explosives were rigged to detonate upon his death.

I never realized it until it detonated. The blast threw me off the cliff and down I went.

The last thing that went through my mind was my parents. How I made a disgrace out of myself compare to my father. How much hardship I probably given my mother.

Now that I think back, I accomplished nothing with my life. All my life, I only brought despair to my mother and put my Father's sacrifice in vain.

All I could do now, was embraced my death. Or so I thought.

When I fell through the dense forest, a branch got caught on my back pack. It left me hanging for a moment before it broke and I land on the ground hard enough to knock me unconscious.

My mind was blank as I laid there. Bleeding from a bayonet, then a shock wave slaping me across my entire body. Yet I realize; I'm still alive.

I always survived in the past. It seems that god just want to play with me a little longer.

With a painful attempt, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a forest; far different from the Laotian city I was just in. I don't know if those NVA forces dragged me to this location, or if this was heaven.

I still felt the pain so heaven is ruled out.

I can continue to argue and discuss with myself, but I need to do something about my wound. Each second means another moment closer to my death.

'uh...Might as well look for shelter if I'm still alive' I stood up on my weak legs and began to walk through the forest.

I walked on the trail for the past 20 minute now. It felt weird though. For a war-zone, it was quiet. No gunfire, no explosions, no Huey flying above. As if the war just finished. I would have continue walking but couldn't go any farther as the wound got worst. My vision began to impair and my legs no longer could hold my weight. I collapsed to the floor and gently closed my eyes before I saw a figure come up to me.

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