A/N. With the Mane 6 overview I thought I would start with Applejack which might have been a stupid ide seeing as I have to write this all in a southern accent. If I make any mistakes please put them in reviews and I will do my best to fix them. Oh, and I have had an idea to make my writing better. When you see the phrase (Cue: Song Title, Artist) that music will fit the scene. Follow any instructions within the brackets as well.

Hey there sugarcubes. If you don't know me I'm Applejack, the apple bucker at Sweet Apple Acres. Now I'm goin' to tell y'all about some o' my time as a foot soldier in the war.

Now, I stood there with my revolver… what was it called? Ah yes, the Nagant M1895 revolver and I was tremblin'. The barrel was pointin' at the barricade that had been hastily built by the retreating ponies. There was noise behind it but no bangin'. We all feared for our lives as we remembered the destruction and slaughter of our homes and friends. The way the blood ran down the streets like a river and the way I almost got chopped up by a massive sword. As a said before, my aim was pretty terrible seein' as I was a tremorin' wreck. The noise stopped and we held our breaths, waitin' for the barricade to crumble, and boy did it crumble! It exploded inwards, shreddin' the first few rows of soldiers and leading through the rubble was the monster itself, the Thing that stuck the most fear into our hearts, the Thing that called itself Falfrea Crimson. It walked on its hind legs, using its wings as its front ones and in its hooves were a pair of MAC-10 machine pistols. These it held with a pair of nanomite hands, unnatural things that conveyed it's thoughts into movements. However, behind it was what shocked me the most. Rows and rows of foot soldiers, just like us except for one difference. They were all identical, down to the last hair on their coats. They were of a grey shade, with green eyes and a pure white mane and tail. The monster took to the air but only to project its voice. "I give you a choice," it yelled, "surrender and I only kill most of you, or fight and I kill all of you." This was more like a broadcast than a speech, with its monotonous voice and tone. There was no reply. It nodded its head. And then it began its killin' spree. It swooped over our ranks emptyin' a pair of clips onto the floor as soon as they were empty. This seemed to be the signal for the soldiers to engage. Both sides charged and soon, bodies were falling and blood was spurtin' from gunshot wounds. I think I took down one with the seven bullets in my revolver as I missed with the other six. As I reloaded the sides clashed and the fight got real. There were ponies using the butts of guns as clubs and some bucking for their lives. I dropped the bullets on the floor and as I fumbled to get them I saw a pair of grey hooves by my head and then I heard a gunshot from very close. I wondered why there was no pain until I felt a body slump against the floor. I was still reloadin' and this surprised me. I wondered when you die you do the action you die doin' for the rest of eternity. I was snapped back to reality by another pony standing beside me. It was a total stranger I had never met and yet he still saved my life. We nodded before partin', goin' our separate ways. I counted him amongst the dead for a long time after that. Anyways, we lost that battle almost as bad as we lost Canterlot and so we lost Manehatten as The Thing destroyed it.

We were then sent down to Balimare and told to prepare for an attack that didn't come for two or three weeks. When it did come then, we were well prepared. The survivors came in from Fillydelphia, we armed them and told them they were soldiers unless we could tell they were in a different position. We had better weaponry now, with rifles and machine guns. We won that confrontation to the joy of me and my colleagues. We used the time that our enemy needed to regroup to evacuate the city; we wouldn't survive the next attack. But we were totally unprepared for what came next. The Thing had worked out how to turn earth ponies into pegasi. The next attack was from the air with fire bombs and normal bombs. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the monster. It had developed what we now know of as Gatling cannons, the GAU 13/A model to be precise. It stuck with its MACs but carried more clips, about 20. The Gatling canons, for he carried a pair, weighed in at around 151kg each but fired at a rate of 2400 rounds per minute. It carried the 30x173mm cartridges in six 800 round replaceable boxes on its wings. The only downside to this was that its combined weight of all the guns and ammo and metal and flesh was 710kg. This meant that the amount of muscle in its body had to increase dramatically. And it showed. Its veins pulsed with what I assumed was blood but I couldn't tell, it seemed as if it carried less body weight and its muscles protruded from the now enlarged skin. It was a bloodbath in the city and the same in the air. We retreated after only 15 minutes of fightin'. It was then decided that we up our game significantly.

We were ambushed in the forests that surround the Hayseed Swamps on the way to Dodge Junction by a legion of enemy troops and two robots. Half of my squad was killed includin' our commanding officer. I was shot in the haunch and needed medical attention which I got at Dodge Junction but the wound was infected so all the flesh had to be cut out, destroying the top half of my cutie mark. I was outa action for the next battle, but I think Rainbow Dash was there. She might tell y'all about it.

A/N. Sorry for the wait but I had to spend so long writing this. I am so glad that it's over. God that's a hard accent to write in and now my mind reads in that accent to. Damn you memory! Anyways, I have no idea when the next chapter will be out seeing as it's my Easter holiday soon but I'll try to average one upload per day.

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