I write to let my active imagination out, but I'm learning as I go.
Rainbow Dash and her friends learn the awful history of the 101st Airborne Infantry of the Wonderbolts. Set after Rainbow Dash gets into the Wonderbolts, she learns the history of the Paratroopers led by a fearless captain during the Griffon War. One shot, this was an idea I had, I wrote it just because, I needed to let a little creative juice out while working on my new story hope you enjoy this.
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Maybe she can teach them the Wonderbolt Reserve Trainee version?
She joined the Wonderbolt reserves all confident and brash,
A cutie mark for stunt flying tattooed upon her ass;
She though the rules did not apply to somepony of her class,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
The day was bright and sunny when the training would begin,
She strapped into the Dizzy-Tron with a cock-sure grin;
She brushed off the pre-flight check, "I've got a bet to win!"
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
The harness snapped and launched her flying screaming long and loud,
Sending her careening through the practice thunder clouds;
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed through the furrow that she ploughed,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Her feathers were all smoking and her mane was full of ash,
She had lost her front teeth from a-tumblin' in the crash;
Her tail was on fire and her suit smoking from a gash,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Her back legs were both broken, now she hobbles with a limp,
Her wings were fried and amputated, making her a gimp;
She's living on the dole now 'cause she thought the rules for wimps,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to fry,
And she ain't gonna fly no more!