Hi, my name is Stuffing or as they call me Anti-Tank Dog no. 278

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I hate having to defuse bombs, I never know which one to do. Whenever I get it wrong, which is almost every time, they shout at me and cruelly starve me and my crew. I'd give anything to see my family again. I'd rather be starved every day then go back out there though. The battlefield is the worst, all I've witnessed is pain and violence. I hope my family never have to experience the terror I've seen. I've been in certain situations where I have feared for my life. At this moment in life, death would probably be a sweet release, I mustn't give up though. If not for me, then for my family, and everyone else who is waiting for someone to come home from the war. Why are we treated this way, and forced to live such a terrible life, just because they are at war? Why were we dragged into this mess? I have so many questions, but the answers don't matter. Because when it all comes down to it...

I am a Dog Of War.