FRIENDS

PERIMETER POSSIBILITIES , A STORY , FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT .


MOVE AHEAD , MY COMMANDER YELLED . THE BOMBING AND ENEMY FIRE RAGED INTO THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT .

I HAVE SEEN SOME BAD POSITIONS , BUT THESE TRENCHES , WITH BODIES , MUD ,

AND THE SHARP SMELL OF FIREPOWER , ALONG WITH THE STENCH OF ROTTING DEATH , ONLY A QUICK DEATH WOULD HELP .

ALL I HAD WITH ME WAS , A 303 BRITISH ENFIELD , WITH A FEW BOXES OF SHELLS , AND MY SERVICE REVOLVER .

I WAS AT THE FRONT LINE , I SEE OR HEAR NOBODY , I'M DOOMED OUT HERE .

EVERY TIME AN AIR SHELL ENLIGHTENED THE DARK , I WOULD FIRE, SOMETIMES I'D FELL A NAZI RUNNING MY WAY .

BUT I WAS TIRING , IT'S BEEN A DAY AND A HALF OF CONSTANT BATTLE . I DON'T THINK I'LL MAKE DAWN ?

SOMETHING TAPPED MY SHOULDER , IT WAS SARGENT STUBBY OUR PIT BULL MASCOT .

HE LOOKED STRAIGHT AHEAD , TAPPING ME ON THE SHOULDER , I TO LOOKED AND A GERMAN SOLDIER WAS RUNNING MY WAY ,

I DROPPED HIM WITH A SINGLE SHOT . I SMILED AT THE SARGENT , HE KEPT HIS STERN LOOK , AND WATCHED .

I WASN'T ALONE THAT NIGHT , AND WHEN I LOST WILL , THE SARGENT WOULD TAP ME . I LIVE TO WRITE THIS , BECAUSE OF HIM.

MY SARGENT , SARGENT STUBBY .

GIANFRANCO FRONZI. MARCH /6 / 2011