Like many soldiers, my Father, a farm boy and lover of animals, adopted a little black dog while overseas. While the dog was claimed by the entire unit, he seemed to spend a lot of time inside my Father’s jacket to stay warm and dry.

The little black dog had been wounded in the crossfire. After nursing him back to health, Brownie became their unofficial mascot.

My Father loved sharing the story of Brownie, probably more than any other memory from his time overseas. It was a way of minimizing the hard times, and focusing on a few brief joyful moments. This was a short anecdote he shared about Brownie. I hope you enjoy! — Harrison Woodard