“It all happened in a flash.
 
Harsh autocannon fire damaged her AFV heavily, the turret was penetrated and ammunition began to get set off by other exploding rounds. She knew she had to make a break for it or else she’d be a goner to. What is more useful to the Princesses anyways, a solider who stays at their post and dies or one who retreats and continues fighting? All this passed through her head through this skirmish against the Changeling militants.  
Being the driver of the vehicle, PFC Sunset Shimmer bailed out the rear of her LAV-300 just before it was hit by an RPG to the front, completely knocking it out. Her commander was killed by a sniper, his blood coating her LAV.  
Wielding only a pistol she took from her commander, realized that sniper has her pinned down. She quickly went around from the back to the side of the vehicle, having defilade from the effective sniper fire.
 
All she could think about was staying alive for her girlfriend back home. Her little bookworm. Her librarian girlfriend with pale violet skin and hair that was as deep as the night sky. Her girlfriend, so beautiful, nights of intimacy were moments of heaven for her. Her girlfriend’s eyes were so clear, they could…
 
A mortar explodes just yards from her spot. Fragments tear into her abdomen and neck, just narrowly missing an artery. She would have to reminisce about Twilight some other time and wait for air support to arrive.. hopefully.”