I can understand, and feel, that soldier's pain. As a SOG recon team leader in Vietnam, I also handled a dog on occasion. My dog, Conrad, and my team were caught up in an ambush in which I got shot and Conrad got wounded so badly his r/f leg had to be amputated. Also, my assistant team leader and best friend, lost his life that day. Thankfully, I knew enough "right people" that could pull enough strings that I was allowed to return home with Conrad and he was retired to my care. That three-legged dog, my partner and keeper of my safety, lived a good long life of 13 years. Sadly though, he was one of only a handful of war dogs to make it back after the war. I still have, and cherish, Conrad's leather collar. As the team leader, I will forever blame myself for not reading my dog's alert correctly and quick enough to save my team. It's hard to adequately explain the pain and sorrow that soldier in the picture is having to deal with. Yes, I have to believe that there's a special place in Heaven and that we handlers, if blessed, will one day be reacquainted with our four-legged partners.
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