Author's Note: The character in this story is not me. 'Tis my brother, and he actually works as an EoD personnel in Afghanistan, with these two people. He normally prefers defusing to blowing up, but he did blow up my Xbox when it red ringed on him. I am also in for a punch to the throat when he gets back, because I put him into this story.

[Corporal Mark Durnkinscoff, Marine EoD, Afghanistan, 2012]

"Alright guys, you know the drill. We have two choices for IEDs, defuse or derstroy. Which one do we use this time?" I asked, sliding out of the squad's Humvee.

"Let's blow the bastard up. Haven't seen an exposion for a while, now." PFC David said, cocking his M4 while getting out.

"Alright. I feel exceptionally risky today, so suit me up." I said, opening the trunk and started to pull out parts of my bomb suit. David and 'Sparky' helped me get suited up, while I kept glancing around the deserted street for any hostiles, or locals for that matter.

"Alright, you ready?" Sparky asked, slapping my visor down once I put the helmet on. I nodded, slinging a string of C-4 blocks across my shoulder.

"Yea. Don't like it, because it's way too bloody quiet out here. Keep the assholes off of me until I get out of the killzone of the C-4 and IED mixture." I said, cracking my neck and started to lumber down the dusty road, towards a trash pile.

"70 yards from target. We're out of your killzone now, Mark." David said into his radio, getting a finger from me as a reply.

"Bugger off and come with me, if you're feeling cocky." I grunted, not breaking my stride.

"No need for the asshole act, dude. Just bein' friendly, is all." He said, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I see something, get a scope out at my 1 o'clock." I called out, seeing a slight glint coming from a window above me.

"Shit! Drop the C-4 and get your ass moving! Sniper!" Sparky suddenly shouted, startling me. I quickly dropped it, turned around, and started running when the C-4 exploded, almost completely vaporizing me.

[Void, Afterlife, Judgment, etc.]

"Yea, that figures. Always figured I'd die by an exposion..." I grumbled, trying to get a look around. The area was completely dark, save for what was immediately around my body. Looking down, I discover I was still wearing my suit, even if it was a little burned from the exposion. I also still had my M1911, passed down from my grandaddy when he was in WWII, over in the Pacific. My helmet was still in one peice, not cracked, and had the visor down. Seeing nothing better to do, I started forward, holding out my hands to see if I was in a tunnel or something.

"It is not your time to die, yet."

A deep, masculine voice boomed out.

"Wait, what? Is this God?" I asked, stopping.

"I am not this 'God'. My name is Timeithian. Your time to die has not come yet. Although your body has been destroyed on Earth, you can still start from the point of death in a different place."

It chuckled.

"Where would this place be?" I asked.

"That is for you to find out. I bid you good luck, Mark."

He said, before what seemed like a trap door opened up under me, sending me falling through some clouds.

[Over Sweet Apple Acres, Equestria]

"FFFFFUUUUUU!" I yelled, feebly trying to fly without the use of wings or a plane. Needless to say, it didn't work. What I saw when I slammed through yet another cloud confused me a little. There was a forest, what looked like a farm, and a town within a few miles of each other. I was heading directly towards the middle of what seemed like an orchard, and not slowing down.

"Bloody forgot! Don't worry, the impact won't kill you, even though you will create a rather decent sized crater for your weight."

The voice said, calming me down a little, right before I slammed into the ground. As he said, I created a good sized crater, and I was extremely dazed, stumbling out and onto the ground almost instantly, grass and dirt filling up my visor.

"Shit..." I groaned, not wanting to move. Although I didn't feel pain, I did feel really tired, making it an effort to roll onto my padded back, facing the almost cloudless blue sky above.

"Hello?" A small, girl voice from what I could tell suddenly pipped up.

"Yes?" I asked, not bothering to look at the owner of the voice.

"Who're you?" She asked, the voice louder as I heard grass slowly crunch under her.

"Name's Mark. You?" I replied, groaning a little.

"Ah'm Applebloom!" She said, as I felt a weight on my stomach.

'The fuck is a name like Applebloom? Maaaaannn I'm probably on a different world or something...'

I thought to myself, ignoring the weight.

"What're ya'll?" Applebloom asked, shocking me by being so close to me.

"Yup. Different world. Might as well go with it..."

I thought, before sighing.

"I'm a species known as a Human," I replied. "Now, could you please tell me what you are?" I asked.

"Ah'm a pony!" She half shouted, the weight on my chest shifting. This startled me enough to where I was able to sit up, although I did catch what ever was on my chest at the time, before looking down.

'Oh bugger..'

I thought as I stared at the small...filly, I think. Her coat was a creamish color, with a red mane and tail combo. Her mane had a reddish pink bow in it, and her impossibly large eyes were a mixture of yellow, orange, and red.

"What?" She asked, startling me even more, making me drop her as gently as I could before bolting up and backing into the crater I created.

"Ponies can't talk!" I shouted, pointing a finger at her. She looked confused, and tilted her head to the side.

"What do ya'll mean?" She asked, her voice trembling a little.

"Well... Where I come from, Ponies and other animals aren't able to talk at all. Only us humans." I explained slowly.

"Well. Ah've been able ta talk since ah was three months old!" She exclaimed, hopping up and down. I sighed and pulled my visor up, rubbing my head with a gloved hand.

"Well... Do you live nearby? I'm really, really lost and I could use a good shower, seeing as this suit isn't exactly comfortable to wear for a long time." I asked, starting to sweat heavily.

"Um, ah live nearby. Are ya able to behave yerself?" She asked, suprise showing on her face and in her voice once she saw my actual face.

"Very well. I behave better than most of my friends, anyway." I said, slowly getting back out of the crater. On a whim, I gently picked up Applebloom after looking around. "Lead the way." I said, before walking in the direction of where one of her forehooves pointed.

[Five minutes later]

Finally getting out of the orchard, I walked up to a farmhouse rather slowly, wondering how the occupants will react once they've seen me.

"Applebloom, could you go inside first and tell your family about me? I don't want to end up in a fight or something." I requested, gently placing her on the porch.

"Alright. Ah'll be right back!" She said, going inside quickly. I nodded to myself, sighed, and checked for my equipment and see what I still had.

"Ok...Got my 1911, three water bottles, an MRE, three magazines for 1911, gum, always shiny combat knife, solar charged iPod with crapload of music, and my wallet." I muttered, pulling out a bottle of water and taking a long drink of it, rehydrating myself a little. As I placed the bottle back in the pocket I drew it from, I felt something slam into my back, sending me into a pole face first.

"Got'cha!" A voice said, right as I smashed into the wooden pole, craking it and getting blood all over the white paint. I groaned, and thought I saw a flutter of cyan wings as I lost conciousness.

Author's Note: Sorry if I got Apple Bloom's accent wrong, but I did my best. This will be yet another military personnel in Equestria fanfic, except for who he ends up falling for.