Alien Horse

The worst thing to happen to me was a horse. A horse, you asked?

Yes, a one of a kind, a Belgian Draft talking mare named Elly. I was separated from my platoon after a unexpected firefight when she captured me against my will.

Who was this talking mare and why does she want anything to do with me, a lowly corporal in the US Army during America's invasion of Iran. She said she needed my help and wouldn't take no for an answer. Nor will she let me out of her sight, even for a moment.

Better to stick with her I reasoned than take my chances with local residents and roaming militia on the hunt for lone American soldiers like me in the besieged city of Ahvaz.

When I do finally get back to my platoon the first question they'll ask is;

"James Smelly, what the hell have you been doing with that horse."