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Another day, another bruising. Tri slumped down inside his crate and exhaled loudly. Finally. He had taken to sleeping inside his kennel now; it had become his safe place, his new home. No matter how tough and ruthless the day had been, the crate was always there at the end of it. “So, these are the new recruits?” A tall, mustachioed man was standing in front of the motley crew of canines lined up on the courtyard. The two young soldiers trying to keep the dogs in line nodded. “Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, they are.” The sun was warm, the sky was blue, and the gentle breeze rustled the growing green leaves above. Bees buzzed around the flowers in the unkept flowerbeds that lined the small farmhouse on the hill. And there was a hopefulness in the air, like the breath of relief after this difficult winter. Spring truly was here. 
Run. Just run. Ignore the explosions. Ignore the mines. Ignore the bullets and ignore the mud. Ignore the stench of death. Ignore the rain. Ignore the shouts and screams of men. They did not matter. None of it mattered. There was only one thing – one thing – he had to do. Run. Well, run and not get killed. So, two things… |
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