You’re a military K9, a fierce, dangerous animal that could rip any soldier in two.

Yet even military dogs needed rest.

So here you were, sunbathing on the grass as John, your military handler of years, was working on his computer in the grass next to you, when suddenly, a child’s excited cry cuts through the calm silence.

“Doggy!” The child ran over, and immediately began bugging you, and behind the kid, stood one of the new recruits, he seemed to have taken his child, to a military base.