MILITARY DOG SAVES HIS COMRADE WITH BRILLIANT INTELLIGENCE, BUT FATE WON’T LET THEM STAY TOGETHER FOREVER
he Iraqi desert night was an inky black sea, pierced only by a pale, trembling moon. The wind screamed across the dunes, whipping sand into clouds that stung the eyes and clung to skin like a living thing. Sergeant David Harris, 34, crouched low with his tactical team, advancing carefully toward what intelligence had labeled a key enemy stronghold. Every step was tense, every sound amplified in the silent terror of the desert night. Then it happened — an ambush.
