The old sergeant and his platoon were working the south side of Samara and it was the first time they had worked with both Dog and Judy. The sergeant kept an eye on them because he was concerned that instead of working together, they would be a distraction to each other.
As the platoon stopped a suspicious vehicle he saw out of the corner of his eye, Dog racing at top speed for the doorway of a building. Judy was no where to be seen. He ordered the vehicle to be let go and he sent the first squad into the front of the building, the 2nd squad to the rear, and held back the 3rd and heavy weapons squad as reserve.
The next thing he heard was screaming. It sounded like someone was being skinned alive. Crap, the old sergeant thought. Dog is eating someone again.
As he charged into the building he stopped and stared. Dog had a one armed terrorist on the ground and Judy had another by the leg and would not let go. Apparently Judy had taken the back and Dog the front. One of the first squad tackled the standing Muj and when he had the terrorist on the ground Judy clamped onto his throat. By that time Dog had also found his mark.
Both terrorists stopped screaming and stopped moving. As the sergeant walked up he asked them, “Hey boys. Do you surrender?” Gurgling sounds was the response.
“Dogs!” The old sergeant said. “Let the, uh, “gentlemen” up please.” Immediately Dog and Judy released their holds and the terrorists scrambled to their feet. The sergeant saw that one had peed down his leg. “Well I see that these “gentlemen” understand English. Is this correct?”
Nods from them both. “Ok. In that case I have a couple of questions for you. You weren’t hiding in this building to ambush me and my boys were you?”
Vigorously they both shook their heads no. “Well, see there men. Our, uh, canine team made a mistake. These are just honest hard working Iraqi Nationals.”
Dog and Judy both growled low in their massive chests.
“Now don’t be that way dogs. We all make mistakes. I think we should let these men go. That is, unless the dogs have not eaten today. You “gentlemen” know that dogs are carnivorous. And our dogs love to eat terrorists.”
He looked over at the dogs. “Are you guy’s hungry today?”
Both Dog and Judy barred their teeth and started to advance on the Muj.
Both terrorist started to back up with a look of outright fear on their faces.
The old sergeant raised a hand and the dogs stopped in their tracks. “Well, I tell you what. You guys leave your weapons here and just go on about your business. But if you DO happen to run onto any bad guys please tell them that the old sergeant feeds his dog’s one terrorist a piece. Every night. And we are running out of-------food.”
The two men left the building so fast that all the sergeant saw was white robes flowing in the wind.
The men around Pappy started to laugh. One of the goon squad said, “Pappy, you know they will spread that rumor far and wide right?”
The old sergeant just grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “It won’t be long and they will think we are something from hell. It will give us an edge.”
“MOUNT UP! MOVE OUT!”
By:
Steve Newton
Copyright 2006
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