“It burned…the shrapnel, but then I heard the whining and a couple of yelps. The medic was at my side. ‘Find the dogs,’ I said. He tried to pull my shirt away. It was all torn, tattered and sticking to all the blood. It hurt like a motherfucker when he tried. He was pulling skin with the fabric and threads and I shouted, ‘Find the dogs!’” He didn’t shout it then. His voice was still barely loud enough to hear as he shared something else he’d been keeping inside a very long time. “We saved them.” Billy smiled and looked to Erika on one side and Tom Alan on the other, then past him to Milo. “Doctoring soldiers or puppies and a mama…Shawn…that’s the medic’s name. He saved all of them…but one. We did. They made it.”
“And you.” Milo kissed his shoulder. “Thank God.”
“We got them all over here and adopted. Well, we took them. Four dogs…eight siblings…it was a fight. I kept two myself.”
“Mama and Tuxedo,” Milo said.