Day 10
The return to Canterlot was uneventful. My wounds are recovering, and we have suffered minimal losses. Ponyville in its current state will no longer be able to function as an independent governing district, save for the semi-autonomous Sweet Apple Acres plot.
I have found the time to meet with Whirlwind today as well. He states that the next model of Whirlybird is almost ready for production, and that if I wish, I may be one of the first to fly in the improved models. He has nothing else to report.
Hhhhhh... well, it's been a little while since I've actually written about how I feel, hasn't it? With all this crap that's been going on, it feels almost like I'm losing a part of myself! It actually took me a moment to remember how to write something that wasn't a report on the day's work!
So, yeah... I did get a pretty bad scrape on one of my legs while we were wrecking Ponyville. I'm still trying my best not to think about the faces of the ponies I had to kill. They were part of the enemy. I think. I've been having pretty bad nightmares about it, though.
Anyway, I don't really have much else to say except that the food they give us smells funny. I think it might be a little moldy.