"We're riding on horseback until we get to where the French planes are waiting for us to take us to Cantigny." Signe told Amy as they arrived to see a battalion of multicolored horses waiting for them.

Amy nodded and slung her bag on the back of her horse, making sure it was secure before she managed to mount the horse.

"Hey again John, did you get the letter?"

Amy turned to see Mark sitting atop of a black horse with his own bag on the back, a small smile lighting up his face.

"I did, thank you." Amy replied curtly, trying to not focus on how prince-like and handsome he looked sitting on the mare.

Mark opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the Sergeant who was riding a brown horse at the front of the group with Signe by his side on a gray dapple horse.

"We're moving out!" Sergeant McLoughlin announced, spurring the men into action.

Amy and Mark silently rode side by side, the urge to reveal who she was to him almost overwhelming.

For hours the army marched on through the streets, some people cheering while most protested for neutrality.

"Why do people not want us to fight?" Amy whispered to Mark over the sound of clomping hooves, trying to ignore the soreness in her legs and arms.

"They're afraid and think that hiding while our allies do the work is the right thing." Mark stated as he glanced out at the sea of protesters.

"So, um, do you have any family?" Amy asked tentatively, deciding to change the subject.

"I do, a mother and an older brother. I also have a dog too, her name's Chica." Mark answered, his eyes glazing over in reminiscence as he thought of home.

"Why did you join?" Mark countered curiously.

"I just wanted to help my country." Amy shrugged, unsure of the real answer herself.

Mark seemed to accept the answer as he looked forward at the sea of horseback riding men, appearing to be lost in thought.

"So many of us could die." Mark muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible to Amy.

"But think of how many people will live by the end of this." Amy pointed out.

If we win at least, Amy added mentally.

"I guess you're right, it's just...I'm worried about my brother. He's in Theodore Rosevelt Jr's battalion and I fear I may never get to see him again." Mark admitted with a sigh.

Amy opened her mouth to reassure him, only for her to close it when she realized that she could only tell him empty promises.

"Halt!" Sergeant McLoughlin barked from the front, his loud voice carrying through to where Amy and Mark were in the back.

"Everyone leave your horses, they'll be taken care of. Take your bag and load up on the planes!" Sean directed.

Amy ran a hand through her horse's mane before she slid off, her legs nearly giving out from underneath her after hours of riding.

"You okay?" Mark asked as he gracefully dismounted his horse and slung his bag over his shoulder, offering Amy a hand up.

"I'm fine." Amy assured him as she got up to her feet herself, gathering her bag before striding towards the planes.

She walked up the boarding ramp of the nearest one and took a seat, buckling in before watching the boarding ramp close behind her.

Amy could feel the excitement and tension in the air around her as the plane started up, taking off to transport them to a new world.