Fallout Equestria: The memory ball of a dead pony

Cold. I cant hardly feel my hooves.… I curled up and huddled in a corner. Someone started tugging at my coat, making it more insistent by the second. I was brought back to reality from a dream and blissful silence. As my hearing grew, the usual cannonade of explosions and gunshots almost over my head returned to me. I stopped paying attention to it after a month of war.       Having barely opened my leaden eyelids, a small piece of sky appeared in front of my sleepy eyes, covered with dark gray clouds, spewing rain for many days in a row. Part of the view was covered by the fields of my helmet, on which the downpour was drumming, the other part of the view was covered by the collar of my greatcoat, in which I was wrapped. It has long since almost lost its color, being smeared in mud and wet. A muzzle appeared in my field of vision, disturbing my peace of mind. The brown stallion of the earth horse himself is also dressed in a dirty earth khaki suit with stripes of a senior sergeant on the sleeves and a dark greenish-yellow helmet with a wide light visor. His thick black mustache, which was well groomed even in the trenches, attracted the eye. He was saying something to me, and quite loudly and quickly, but I didn't hear him still recovering from sleep.       - Vinyl, wake up, three fucking dead people! I've already screwed up, I've already caught you sleeping, and if we're from the same checkpoint, it doesn't mean that there will be any relief for you. The fucking leitech is calling us, the staff rat is calling us. And there are only two of us left. One of the junior officers. So get your fucking croup up and fuck him in the dugout. - he hasn't changed since he was drafted into the army. I just started swearing a lot more.       - Fuck you, York. You've already fucked me up with your discipline. I'm not on guard, so I'm sleeping.… And what does this bitch want from two sergeants? Attack again? Grunting, she nevertheless got up on her hooves, wooden from the cold and moisture, squelching in the viscous mud. I looked down at my hooves. In a muddy puddle, I saw a light gray pony, with neon blue and blue mane, in mud and a dirty military uniform, helmet. A scarf tied around his neck in the color of his uniform. Her eyes were still the same blue as before. and picked up the rifle that lay next to her, also under her coat. And i looked at her and smiled. Clean… But the smile quickly disappeared when a shell exploded in front of our trench, and fragments whistled over our heads. York and I just pressed our ears to our temples. And then another shell exploded, and another, and another… Almost all the ponies who were in the trench pressed themselves against the earthen walls, crawled into their holes, which they dug for their loved ones.       - Apparently, these fucking zebras are preparing an offensive, and now we have to repel their attack again, or they have found out the plans of our fucking bosses and are trying to disrupt them. And fuck you, and in my opinion. For his audacity, the stallion snorted and reached into his inner pocket for a cigarette.       - Yeah, only after the princesses - she hissed the last word almost angrily, - Arrive, resurrect the dead guys, heal the cripples and personally put an end to this fucking unnecessary war. - Shell me in… -and stopped. She bit her lip, stopping herself from starting to vilify the princesses, who for many soldiers here were more than the ancient rulers. And goddesses. But not for me. York looked at me intently, as if to say - Are you blaspheming again? - We sat in silence for most of the shelling. A couple of sandbags were blown apart by the blast wave or dropped into a trench, right into the mud. Like another corpse, with the same sound…       I tried to take a deep breath of moist, cold air, but in the middle of inhaling, something seemed to squeeze my lungs, preventing me from taking a full breath, and I started coughing violently. When she finished coughing, she raised her head to the sky. Icy drops began to drip onto my face.       - Why aren't the Pegasi even trying to clear the sky?". - I asked, my voice already a little hoarse. The mere mention of my “relatives" made my own wings move under my coat.       - They are afraid of dragons, griffin mercenaries, anti-aircraft machine gun fire. Or zebra planes - York sighed loudly, also looking at the sky - You know, for pegasi, our mess is up to our ears in mud. Even before the war, most of them had even more emergencies like unicorns, and even more so now. Don't take it personally, you are for us, from your initial composition to the board. So don't even think about fucking taking it personally, okay? -       He was quite serious in his words. However, as always.       - Yes, I know, and don't remind me - I replied listlessly. Despite the sleep and the fact that I didn't really do anything, but I was already incredibly tired and really wanted to sleep again… But in the background, the cannonade of explosions began to subside a little. Which made me get up on my hooves with my rifle slung over my back.       - I'll continue, it seems it's about to start. I said, moving my stiff hooves very quickly towards the machine gun nest, moving along the narrow trenches and now and then overtaking oncoming soldiers. Almost reaching the nest, one of the privates stuck her head out of the trench. Almost immediately, there was the pop of a rifle shot, and in the blink of an eye, splashes of blood and pieces of brain sprinkled the back wall of the trench, and the body fell into the mud with the sound of a falling sandbag. I calmly, casually stepped over her body, shouting:       - Two hundredth! Then take it to the others! Attack! - and finally got to the nest. The machine gunner, an orange earth pony, in a much cleaner form, with a black mane peeking out from under her helmet, was trembling, lying in the mud, clutching a rifle to herself, almost crying, looking at me with frightened ruby eyes. You can tell she's just been sent out of school, and this is her first fight. Apparently, York's new ward. I was behind the machine gun myself. Good old Maximus... After looking around, using a bulletproof shield as head protection, I examined no man's land. Black mud, puddles, numerous shell craters, parts from a couple of wagons, pieces of barbed wire and many corpses and body parts. Both ours and zebras. About in the middle of no man's land, in craters, behind bags and behind several bodies of the fallen, the famous gray helmets and rifles were visible, looking in our direction. I immediately shouted again:       - Attack! Fix your bayonets, keep your head down from the trench! And pointing the machine gun at the enemy, she pulled the trigger with her hooves. The machine gun rumbled, spewing a shower of bullets. Several tracer bullets ricocheted off the ground, shooting up into the sky in a red streak. A couple of other machine guns on different sides also chattered, their chirping beginning to be drowned out by the ongoing cannonade of explosions. The machine gun on the right became silent. My long burst of machine-gun fire at the hidden enemy only sent one helmet flying away with the remains of the brain of one of the zebra. The rest started to squeeze harder into the mud behind the shelter. As soon as I released the trigger, rifle bullets started to hit the protective shield and crash into the armored metal, forcing them to "stick" to the metal and scattering small shrapnel from their shells that did not stay on the dashboard like insects imprinted on the windshield of a speeding car.