Dog At War

Homeless, alone and abandoned that's how my was like until something hit when I didn't expect it.. June 26th 1914, I was taken to a confidential hut, I was trained to defuse deadly bombs, which they did not care if I lost my leg, bruised my face or even die . Falling to my legs, I was extremely exhausted and was aching all over. I was becoming skeletal and starving for days. Banging, I could hear gun and bombs being dropped from enemy aircraft, it was deafening to hear. Thinking about war, it made me absolutely nauseous. I felt retrospective about leaving my pup, I know I never mentioned it but I despite talking about it. The mission impossible has to be done. Standing, I thought the idea of sending and dog to defuse a bomb was preposterous. Crawling, I clambered under the tanks and defused the dangerous bombs, at that moment I will I could go home. Racing back, I retreated. This depended on my life and especially my future and finally it was over.