
| MaroonBunyip #240673 1 year ago |
It was moments before I was deployed. The first bloke had already jumped out of the carrier, with the second about to jump out.
"You will fall for about five seconds, pull the blue cord, then the green! Run for cover as soon as you land! Stop for nothing! Understand?!" "Sir yes sir!" I'd said that so many times I had almost forgotten it's meaning. As the sergeant moves onto the next person, I take what I thought was going to be my last look at most of my mate's faces. Some were praying. Others were in deep thought. A fair few were crying, I could see my best mate trying to convince them to be brave... If only they could hear him over the turbines and war below; he had the softest voice. I approached the door as my turn came. I walked to the edge at my own pace to ready myself, but was pushed out by the sergeant. I remembered the time I fell of the verandah into the pool when I was thirteen, dad swore that he tripped. Recovered from the initial shock, I stabalised myself like they told us to before we boarded the plane, pulled the blue cord, then the green. I forgot to count to five but it didn't seem to matter. Looking down there was heavy fog covering the ground, I couldn't see anything but flashes. We were floating in heavy fire. The bullets whizzed around and made small holes in my parachute. Looking up I feared the holes to get bigger, but luckily the military had the wisdom to make the parachute out of stronger stuff. I saw the pony behind me fall instead of float, his parachute didn't open properly and flapped uselessly behind him. I somehow heard his screams over the guns, but they were snuffed as he fell through the fog. The next few minutes were horrible, watching my mates being shot as they floated defenceless. As sad as it was I was more worried about it happening to me, im still disappointed in myself for not caring more. Another bloke fell from above, this time the parachute ripped open from the bullets. I guessed it was more where the bullets hit than how many. A few more of the blokes below me died by unlucky shots, all disappearing in the fog below me. It wasn't long till I followed. The fog was too thick to see more than a few metres ahead; it smelled of gunpowder, magic, corpses and watered the eyes. I didn't care though, was just thankful for lasting this long. Taking a second to take in the area around me, I noticed the soldiers that deployed before me. All ten were dead before they hit the ground. Eleven must be a lucky number in Celestia's army. One through ten are probably lucky for Luna's ... I have no idea how this turned into a short story... I only planed on this being a quote from a soldier's diary... |
| Noise #241501 1 year ago |
Huh, thanks for the story!
when I finished the pic, I was wondering if someone would write a short fanfic :D |
| MaroonBunyip #243461 1 year ago |
<3 |