A medium-large-sized dog was hit by a jeep in front of our battle group’s headquarters in Camp Kaiser (Unchon-ni, Korea) and knocked to the side of the road.
The BG’s physician came out of the aid station and gave the dying pooch a shot and rolled the body into a drainage ditch at the side of the road.
A short time later, papasan came by on his bicycle and saw the dog’s corpse.
Tied that sucker to the rear fender and rapidly peddled off to the village in delight.
If it had been an Indian stray, he would have looked down, scratched his head, shrugged, and gone on his way.
perhaps we could ship our liberals over to India, i hear they taste like chicken, or they are chicken.