Posted on 12/17/2011 12:50:23 AM PST by Slings and Arrows
Dogs were probably useful as h*ll on the battlefield way back when. In the days when wars were fought with swords and spears, a quick dog with sharp teeth was probably as effective as most infantrymen. But as heroic and generally bad*ss as canines can be, there surely wasn't much use for them in war once guns and artillery became the norm.
Or so you'd think. Just don't say that to ...
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Doggie ping!
I’m given to understand that the use of actual killer war dogs in days of yore just didn’t work out too well, as when they were fired up they just didn’t discriminate between friend and foe.
Wpw! Great post and at 2:30 AM!!!
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We’ve had wonderful dogs in our family. But the one I miss the most is an English Pointer. He eventually developed a brain tumor and had to be put down. I really miss him!
And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
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Julius Caesar Act 3, scene 1, 270–275
I have never heard my father mention a dog in his units during WWII.
He did have a company mascot though. His name was “Little Joe”. He was a very young Russian who had been held captive and badly treated by the Germans. Not sure about his age but he spoke fluent German and actually went on patrol with my father. The GI’s in the company even outfitted him with a U.S. Army uniform. Someone cut it down from the smallest issue they could find. He did not carry a weapon, but was the interpreter and was street smart and brutal with the Germans.
After the War my father seriously considered adopting him. (he has mentioned it many times, saying “you two boys almost had another brother”). He checked into doing so, but did not because he was concerned what the scars of his treatment by the Germans might have done to him. He may have been too hardened to adapt. We will never know.
Dad and my mother met when he passed through DC on his way to Europe. They exchanged letters all during the War. On his way home he called his father and had him wire the money for a train ticket to my mother, they were married in my grandparents home the night she arrive in TX. They have been married 65 years.
An insult to doggies everywhere, comparing them to San Fran Nan! LOL!
Thanks for sharing!
We had a German Shepard back in the the early 70”s.
Very protective of his house, even more so with my mother.
She went to the front door, it was girl Scouts selling cookies.
One of the Girl Scouts tried to force her way through the front door.
The dog had a different idea.
He pinned the Girl Scout down on the front porch.
He didn’t bite her, but he had those teeth right in her face.
Continue on to another link at the bottom of the page, “7 Dogs Who Accomplished More Than We’ll Ever Do” and check out St. Guinefort.
That’s going to get used the next time somebody claims dogs have no soul.
Judy the Shorthair Pointer is gorgeous and was a wonderful dog, by the way. She reminds me so much of my Suze, a Walker Hound I found dumped on the side of a busy highway, running up to every passing car. She’s very talkative and loves me beyond all reason, she’s a mess, lol.
I don’t mind the foul language all that much. Cracked has some pretty hysterical commentary sometimes, and I think the smatterings of foulness endear the subject a bit more.
The Noufy picked up a grenade and ran with it BACK at the Japs? That’s unreal. Dogs are truly man’s best friend.
My aunt and uncle had a Newf when I was a kid. Her name was Katie. She was sort of quiet and watchful, but friendly. They lived on a lake, and whenever we’d jump off the dock into the water, she’d come bounding in after us and wouldn’t leave us alone until we grabbed hold of her, and she’d swim for shore. It turned into a game, a whole bunch of us would get towed around in the water by that one tremendous, sweet dog.
My aunt was so distraught, she’s never had another dog, when Katie went into shock and died while being spayed. She still sheds a tear for her on occasion, and it’s been thirty years.
Very nice story and a happy ending, too.
Great post. Thanks!
Sounds like the pup knew its purpose. I have a 14 month old border collie/Aussie shepherd mix, and she knows her purpose for sure. We take her to the park, and she herds the other dogs. Round and round she’ll circle the pack. Dogs are happiest when they’re doing what they were bred to do.
Why’d you have to post a picture of that bitch? ;)
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