Think of your faithful dog.......
I had a dog in Vietnam. I got him looking like I could play xylophone on his spine because he was so skinny. The farmer who owned him came out shouting that I couldn't have the dog now that he was "just right for eating." I gave the farmer a dollar and he thought that was plenty for the dog.
I was appalled. To think that the people we were defending could starve an animal down that far and still call themselves human beings. That caused me to doubt the Vietnamese. They are still that cold.
It took all sorts of hassle to bring Rex home with me, considering the load of intestinal worms he had. Doc told me a combination of jungle plants that would get rid of heartworm. The papers allowing me to do that had just cleared First Division, and in a week, I was supposed to go home.
We were about to transition out when a VC patrol came by, and it was a rookie's shift on watch. Rex raised the alarm that saved us all, and Rex paid for his herosim with his life.
We lost three men, the VC lost 28. I don't know that they cared one way or another.
I owe my life to Rex.
Now I hear that Obama eats dogs.
This old Marine has an objection to that. We have Semper Fidelis on our flag and wear it on our hearts.
Obama wants to eat dogs? Only if he gets by me.