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Posted on 03/25/2003 5:27:46 AM PST by SAMWolf
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Dogs crossed the Alps with Hannibal, they marched with Ceasar's Legions and even the Crusaders had their Mastiffs!  On the Bougainville campaign, probably the most famous of the dogs was Caesar (one of the German Shepherds). During the time that "M" Company, 3rd Raider Battalion was holding a road block on the Piva Trail, Caesar made nine runs between the road block and the Battalion Command Post when lines were out and radios would not carry in the heavy jungle. Caesar was wounded on the third day when, during the early morning, he attacked a Jap who was in the act of shoving a hand grenade into the foxhole of his handler's, PFC Rufus Mayo (Caesar's other handler was PFC John K. Kleenman). Jack, a three year old Belgian Shepherd whose handlers were PFC Gorgon J. Wortman and PFC Paul J. Castracane, also acquitted himself bravely- getting through with a message to send stretcher bearers immediately, a vital message since all telephone lines had been cut. Jack made the run in spite of being shot in the back. Rex, a two-year-old Doberman scout dog forewarned his group of Marines of the presence of Japs during the night. They were ready and waiting when the attack came at dawn and successfully repelled it! Rex was handled by PFC William N. Hendrickson and PFC Charles Foist.  Another scout dog, a four year old Doberman named Otto, while working ahead of a reconnaissance patrol, warned the Marines of a Jap machine gun position located 100 yards away. This gave the Marines time to disperse and take cover before the machine gun opened fire. The two handlers were PVT Martin R. Troup and PFC Henry L. Demault. While the Raiders used only the scout and message dogs, there were other uses of dogs in the military during World War II. Sentry attack dogs were used with the Coast Guard. The Casualty dogs were trained to find wounded military personnel in debris and heavy cover. The wire laying dogs were used to lay communication wire from a spool or spindle attached to their back or side. The pack dogs useful in northern and mountainous areas were capable of transporting small amounts of ammo and medical supplies. Sled dogs were also used to some extent by our ski troops.  Concerning the selection and procurement, the Planning and Policies Division of Marine Corps Headquarters summarized the reasoning behind the use of dogs with this statement: "Dogs are weapons. They are used because they give our men added power of observation through their acute sense of smell and hearing." All dogs were voluntarily offered by their owners and before acceptance were given careful examinations. The animal had to weigh at least 50 pounds, be at least 20" at the shoulder and not be less than one year or more than five years old. The dog's temperament could not be overly aggressive or too shy. On the messenger dogs, the message was carried in the small first aid pouch that was attached to the dog's collar. All dogs were issued a leather leash, a choke chain and a leather muzzle. Marine ingenuity came into plan when lowering their dogs from ship rail to landing craft. They simply put a Marine fatigue jacket backward on the dog, inserting his front legs through the rolled up sleeves, buttoning the collar backwards around his neck by the first three buttons and then tying the remainder of the jacket in a knot and affixing the light linthrough and around the knot. This resulted in a comfortable and secure vest or sling which the dog accepted stoically during the lowering into the Higgins boats where his other handler waited.  No dog tags were issued (pun intended) but all dogs were tattooed on the inside of the ear, and all had military record books much like their Marine Handlers. The dogs of 1st Marine War Dog Platoon endeared themselves to the Raiders during the Bougainville action. After this operation the Raiders were destined to be disbanded and be reformed into the 4th Marine Regiment. Here, once again, the former Raiders, while en route to the Island of Japan via Guam and Okinawa, would come in contact with their Devil Dogs. By Van D. Shurts. 4CP If there can be halcyon days in a war, I guess we had ours on Guam in 1944. Battle halcyon days. We had whipped the Japanese something pitiful, and their top-dog generals had all committed harikari, taking their staffs with them in the most honorable of conditions using knives stuck in their livers or grenades against their heads. Supplies came to our area like a flood. It was on Guam, after the fighting had subsided, everything we needed and a lot we didn't need kept coming to us: barrels of gasoline and boxes of napalm crystals, cases of grenades, good old 10-in-l rations (we could eat all 10 in one day if we wanted to), socks, shorts and pork and beans.  One day we had to destroy several cases of grenades by unscrewing the fuzes and letting them detonate after emptying the shells. No one wanted the grenades, and it wasn't safe to leave them alive. Trade was brisk with the rear echelon people who came up to the front looking for souvenirs. What Japanese trinkets we could find we sold or bartered for booze. Word was passed throughout the island telling everyone not to wander in the jungle for fear of being killed by the Marines. We weren't trigger happy but sometimes our dogs would sniff a Marine the same as a Jap. If some Marine souvenir hunter was out he might be sniffed and shot before he finished. The jungle was dense with a lot of thicket and I'm sure a lot of Japs temporarily survived our patrols by laying among some dead and looking dead. We had to shoot one of our dogs one day. Most of them were Doberman Pinchers, black, lean and tall. Dogs were assigned to a handler on a one-to-one basis and were not to be petted or fooled with by anyone else. This dog was a female, and I guess she finally got so high-strung with all the Jap smells, the shooting, the blood and excitement and all that, that one day when she spotted a Jap who had just stood up out of the brush with his hands up she charged. She lunged so hard she pulled her tether out of her handler's grip and loped straight at the Jap. At the height of her leap toward the Jap's head, the BARs roared and the dog dropped along with the Jap. A round had passed through her body but she was still alive when carried out on a stretcher. The guys were real sorry it happened; some had tears in their eyes. The Jap was left where he fell.
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I love my dog, together we are a pack of 2!
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. When all other friends desert, he remains.
- George G. Vest
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, until the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
Thank God we had a good day today. I keep praying for our troops.
Hope you're doing alright.
Did you finish painting?
I love my dog, that's why we are a pack of 2!
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