Spot. Me in the War - Part 5, Success.

Spot was his usual self, galloping in front of us, but give him his due he was very silent when he walked. He knew he had to be. We had gone about another six miles when Spot done his usual, stopping, then laying down. We had fallen to the floor and waited. Spot started to growl.

“Shut up, you mutt” I whispered. But still he growled. “Will you shut up?!” I hissed. I was so busy trying to calm him down, when a rough hand grabbed my forehead and pulled my head back. I knew that in a fraction of a second I was about to have my throat cut. I twisted my body so I could face the assassin and tried to fight him off. I grabbed his wrist as he was about to cut, and with all my strength tried to stop him. However he was stronger than me and I could see the blade getting closer and closer. Suddenly his head went backwards as a black and white thunderbolt hit him hard about his head. It was Spot. Spot pinned him down on the ground long enough for me to finish him off with my bayonet; but his knife had found its mark and my best mate Spot was laying on the ground in a pool of blood. I picked him up as though to cuddle him to make it better. The blood oozed out of his dying body and fell down the front of my combat jacket. His eyes rolled, his tongue came out and gave me a last lick… and he was gone.

At that moment in my life I have never loved anything more, nor ever will, than that stupid little black and white smelly mutt. Stupid, stupid dog. I buried Spot where he died and left his collar as a reminder of the brave soldier that he was. Laying the collar on top of his grave.

I went on with a heavy heart, not really caring if we made it or not.

It was Johnny who came and said “He was a good dog, boss, and he saved a lot of lives but he has gone and there’s an end to it.”

”Yeah, you’re right.” I said and carried on, but I knew that somehow it wasn’t quite over between Spot and I.

The next day seemed like an eternity. Without Spot we were much slower in progress because I had to take the place of Spot and I was nowhere near as good as he was.

Brushing through a clearing we found an airplane’s tail fin, broken off and high in one of the trees.

“We’re here” I whispered “Spread out and search in complete silence”

The twins found the rest of the aircraft still in one piece, and luck of all luck, there as large as life was one General complete with papers. He was a very big man, but the jungle had taken its toll on him. He was a wreck.

”Hello, Sir” I said. He didn’t seem to react.

“Hello, Sir” I said once again, but this time louder. He gave me a vacant look and tried to hake himself into some sort of dignity. “We’ve come to take you home, Sir” I said with some authority and that seemed to spring some sort of life into him. He still didn’t say anything when, still clutching the case to his chest, he stumbled as we were walking with him. He walked like a little child; trembling with that frightened look a scared rabbit gets in the headlights of a car. We carried on - not saying anything - we had got out man. All we had to do was to get him back safely.

Written By: Gamestar
Edited By: mageman
Coded By: Gamestar