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A Heroic German Shepherd Rescues Two POWs in Vietnam

As the firing squad of North Vietnam in line to execute prisoners war from behind a grove of dried bananas a burst of automatic fire hit M16 at four North Vietnamese soldiers in the death squad, cutting them below the waist. With the next burst shorter than the other two soldiers next to them collapsed.

No shirt, his face clouded with a white-toothed grin, Aquino "the Lurp" - Sabino 's best friend - Advanced, a ten inch glossy sheet in hand, and a huge German Sabino Pastor, Vinonegro, right next to him. No effort, Aquino cut the ropes, helping Sabino at his feet.

Unable to contain his emotions much longer, it was Vinonegro foot legs placing his forehead on his chest and licked his face Sabino, while all the moans, howls and barks that emit almost inaudible.

"Vinonegro who tracked the man never lost his smell! "Aquino said he helped Great Bates at his feet. But the greatest could not hold and fell to the ground. Both Sabino Aquino and knelt to examine the torn tendon from the greater.

"It looks bad, man," said Aquino. "The river is not far from here we'll just follow that road west longitude, is a pond hidden in the rocks next to a half-burned Temple. We have to make some progress, now I mean now! "

Only after a splash of blood hit his face Sabino realize that the mama-san had snuck up behind them and with incredible speed and cruelty Aquino slit throat.

Screams and howls, the woman rushed out into the woods roughly bananas, but before she reached the edge, brought Vinonegro break down with a bow. In the next few seconds he had locked his jaws on the woman's scrawny neck, and incredibly strong woman that hit the side to another like a rag doll. So far reacted Sabino and whistled to his termination and release of code, the woman was already dead.

"Black Pajamas, teeth black - I killed her son ... Now Mama-san ... "Aquino scraping faintly." Take the road ... I have it. "As Sabino picked up the sheet 10 inches, felt Aquino take your last breath and die in his arms. That's what life is - a sigh, a breath or breath - the Spirit of God.

After to collect the dog tags of Lt. Burch and Aquino, Sabino looked around, grabbed a pistol and a Zippo lighter west, starting immediately in search of river.

A journey that was painful. With Vinonegro, the great dog walking point, Sabino and Mayor Bates simply followed him. From time to time disappear Vinonegro as he trotted ahead, come back soon, tail switching and Sabino meaning "this is the right way." As daylight faded, decided to hide in thick grass, elephant knees and wait out all night. It was not long before he fell asleep, lulled by the bombing from a distance, the explosion Russia weak fire AK-47 rifle and the hum of B52 in the stratosphere. So they were tired of even the trumpets of mosquitoes or rodents running, frogs, scorpions and other creatures and night crawlers he could not move from its deep slumber.

At sunrise, a soft growl in his ear Sabino alert to danger.

When he stood, he saw Vinonegro point toward the edge of the patch of grass, he then heard the stamping of feet. A squad of Charlies Victor-VC, or fighters Viet Cong "was moving in the opposite direction to less than twenty yards away. A search party looking for us, he thought. As the noise of footsteps lost in the distance, scratched his ears Vinonegro Sabino, patted dewy hand, and whispered: "Well, boy, Vino! Really Charlie can smell sweat nuoc mam. "

Shortly after I started, but has progressed very little, because Mayor Bates could not jump, leg cramps and knots right now. They stopped. Although the Air Force owned the skies, as during the day he heard the steady hum of the B-52 bombers and saw and assault helicopters once top-could not be a signal at all, because the fields and woods were filled with Viet Cong squads. Only once, when a C-123 cargo plane crashed in a downward slide for download dare Sabino defoliants signal, but in vain for a white powder in the form of collection Agent Orange puffy clouds soon covered the sky.

"You go, Sabino ... I can not do ... this is as far as I can go." Sabino was Major's foot was swollen to the size of a football.

"You are a noble man, Major Bates. You understand that the bullet was my fault and I will not leave you, I owe you my life and I will help until the last breath. Both go or I'll stay with you and we'll both die. Wait. I'll make a trash and drag him into the river ... is simply a short form, then we will be safe. "

With as much energy as he could muster, Sabino cut some branches and tied with strips of cloth torn from his two shirts. The rest of the cloth is used to improvise a harness, and when the harness broke, he formed strong strips pants. Sabino was a sight to behold: the dried blood on his face unshaven six days, with a brow hanging over his eyes, his legs were bleeding from hundreds of small cutting blade of grass, and her hair was matted thickly. And if not for the boots and underwear torn, now with a little apron, covering partially cloudy its back and private parts, that would be naked.

This too will pass, he repeats himself, and he drifts towards life-long ago scenes: His first year at Columbia University. He saw himself walking down Broadway and come to the West End bar for a beer or a cup of coffee O'Nuts chock full on the corner of 116th Street, or running to class, turning around the Sun Dial your way to Hamilton Hall. O had conjured visions of his second and third year during which they followed the den of lions, Canon Bar, the Abbey pub, and water holes frequented by Columbia undergrads.

And with the will of an Olympian god was determined to win against all odds, he dragged away one step at a time.

Tired beyond resistance man, who walked with trembling, weakness of the weakest story of the measures, while its load seemed to get heavier with each pull and pull. However, looking over his shoulder, he had to shore up the sagging spirit Mayor: "I hear the water, and now I smell - Hold on, Mayor!"

When trotting Vinonegro ahead and not back to his time scout always Sabino knew something was happening. Sabino Mayor Bates asked to go see and take up arms, which has not Sabino signals: one bullet would bring a swarm of Victor Charlies in a minute. He whispered, "I will take a knife Aquino." Then he heard Vinonegro "growl for geneticists had kennel race wiring is not to bark when they are in the countryside in search of Charlie, ever more threatening.

In a second Sabino saw what Vinonegro had stopped. The dog had cornered against a great monocle cobra a rock wall.

Whistle, exposing their fangs, the huge snake was not willing to cede an inch of its territory. Vinonegro will reverse just enough to get out of striking range of the cobra, because when primitive reptile was at an end, rose to at least seven or eight feet high. During an interval of pregnant women, both looked at each other as if locked in a flash game. Vinonegro also sometimes stand on their hind legs, his black-red hair fluffed up, black and copper bristles on the face and neck straight, needle-like knitting. The moment he saw the cobra Sabino met again, challenging him, flicking his tongue darts, frozen head as if suspended in air by a rope invisible, the gentle rocking and waiting for their moment to strike.

Sabino backtracked less fear than awe of the magnificent beast. Angel and Demon she thought as she turned back to the point where I had left Mayor Bates. But in a minute he found the charges Vinonegro and locked in a duel, looking down. Time, noise, change, movement, and the succession had been arrested for both gross. The stillness reigned. Seizing the moment frozen, Sabino came make you feel your stop between heart rate and with a quick motion, he grabbed the cobra coiled tail-end with V-shaped pole of the table. In the next few seconds Sabino do not hear a whistle, but a cavernous growl from the depths of the monster-charged while the ribs outward, forming a range hood incident.

Little recently moved to the end Sabino V pole to the head while holding his tail with his heavy boot, but at that moment a sound grid Sabino distracted, causing the snake to out of the cellar. It took only a fraction of a second to realize that the accursed brute had distracted him from scratching their scales together. But just as Devil tried to flee, Sabino took the neck with both hands in the open, both man and demon-wrestling and rolling on the ground away from the rock wall. Within seconds the snake wrapped his body around the torso and legs Sabino, interlacing and crush the man's flesh and sinews.

Meanwhile, Vinonegro as guided by the human sense and canine instinct, he kept sinking their teeth into the soft underbelly of a snake.

Although the charges did not have the power of a Boa Constrictor to crush his ribs, Sabino knew he could only maintain control for so long, and the snake will survive despite the relentless attack Vinonegro.

Slowly regained his balance and tried to maneuver on his knees, but the charges as if guessing his intentions even more constrained.

Crush your head against the rocks, he heard himself say. But what if I can not get close to the rock?

Try as hard as he could, he just could not maneuver his legs. The muscles of his forearms were starting to feel tired, and he could feel her begin to loose control. Dam panic and despair that led to the snake's head on the floor, but the animal fucking tight, twisted, and resisted.

Just as he was about of letting go, because I could not keep the cellar, he heard a familiar voice:

"Keep still," Mayor Bates heard screaming.

Sabino saw the biggest jump in the leg, the blade gleaming in his hand Aquino. With a swipe of the blade well balanced, Mayor Bates beheaded huge monster.

The Commander collapsed.

From the ground, said: "You're a hard man, Sabino."

They looked in silence and in that instant finite in this remote, godforsaken place in the universe that in conditions of servitude, but little did they know that they had developed a bond for life, for both would be a team of days to find and grow an empire of manufacturing.

While the snake body trembled and rolled, Vinonegro-face down on the ground their ears back and looked, fascinated by the leeches emerge from the scales.

Sabino Soon after gutting and skinning the magnificent creature, but-lethal snake was his cousin steak appetizer and main course. And for dessert, skewer meat Sabino things more juicy and soft, with Zippo lighter that had charred wisely taken away.

Without hunger and fresh, Sabino harness hooked again. After a long stretch of super-human effort, arrived in a parcel of rocky terrain. He stopped talking with Major Bates because the man was exhausted and worn by the limping and the pressure that had landed tumescent, feverish and delirious wrong foot as his bright green, eggplant, large, dark green.

So tired ... The straps have been cut deep into the chest and Sabino shoulders, his hands blistered.

When the squadron drew Vinonegro dark bats flying toward the target line sprinkled with poplars and weeping willows, Sabino knew the river was close. And soon he saw a helpless, napalm-burnt Buddhist pagoda and boulders, as a football field away. And as he collapsed, exhausted, his mind a blank slate, Vinonegro took off at full speed.

In a mysterious zone of your mind feverish dream Sabino or imagined that mate longing for the cobra had slipped to his side and wrapped around it to immobilize the legs and arms, and is not only breath of fire was burning mouth, but also silenced his voice. Strong as he could scream no one could hear his cry was completely deaf. Then the fire fell and freshness soothe her burning face. Sabino came to himself when he felt well Vinonegro wet nose 'refreshing his face, standing next to him three Buddhist monks with a shaved head, watching him.

Sabino a weak gesture looked for his sword like a boxer looking for Punch-Drunk lost his mouthpiece on the canvas.

"Easy, brother," he heard a voice and the echo resounds in the chambers of his mind: "easy ... easy .... ... Brother ... Friend of the People" You're safe now, " the voice continued in perfect American English. Sabino eyelids and when he focused, his eyes seemed to say: "Who'n hell are you?"

Reading the quizzical look, the high monk said, "the CIA. Your dog you brought us." And then that examined major Bates.

Aware finally embraced Vinonegro Sabino and not let go until the three of them were loaded into the helicopter.

About the Author

Retired. Former investment banker, Columbia University-educated, Vietnam Vet (67-68).
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