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Dad told us that a lot of the men in the army had dogs that hung around with them. He told a story to my sister that went like this.
When we had to leave North Africa, we were ordered to take our dogs out into the desert and shoot them.
The Medic with us absolutely refused to do this. He had a great, big, mangy Irish Wolfhound and was determined to take the dog onto the boat with us. We decided to dope the dog with morphia and the Medic administered twice the dose needed for a man. The dog was duly packed into a crate that was to be loaded onto the ship.
Unfortunately, as we were getting on board, the dog came to and broke out of the crate. After a hasty conflab, the Medic chanced it by walking, head held high, onto the boat with the dog on a lead beside him. The Navy guys on the boat all averted their eyes at the sight of this ugly brute and no one challenged them.

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