On Halloween people are willing to be scared for a day, but I scare the crap out of myself nearly every day … By opening a book. I’ve seen a lot of men die, in strange ways, gross ways, I-never-saw-that-coming ways and super-sad, that-guy-didn’t-deserve-to-die ways.
“Now I must tell you the worst, Tubby was shot and killed on August 31st, he behaved like a true Marine at all times. We buried him in the Marine cemetery along with other real heroes. He has a cross and his name and rank, he was a corporal.”
Tubby was part of the War Dog Program and was killed in action in 1942.
All dogs go to heaven. I have one, her name is Angie. Her coat is black and her nationality is Labrador. She’s a decorated, 2-time graduate of doggie boot camp. She can recite the Gettysburg Address and can name all the U.S. presidents in order (because I memorized both, out loud, during our walks). “I cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,” Henry David Thoreau. read more