You are lying on your face. Scared. The next bullet may end your life.
There is a commotion somewhere ahead. The machine gun stops, but the gunfire doesn't. You look into the distance. Has it been a few seconds or a minute since the firing began?
Your dog suddenly appears, with an Italian soldier in front of him with his hands up. The Italian looks petrified. A few moments later, the rest of the Italians, four in all come out of the hidden pillbox. They are taken prisoner.
Your dog comes to you. He has wounds about his head. Powder burns where they tried to shoot him. He wags his tail. All in a day's work master.
Chips died six months after his return to the States from complications from his wounds. He was six-years-old.
Chips was incredible. He loved his friend. What a shame. People can become better human beings from the love of their dog companions.
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