Marine and Army scout dogs led patrols through jungles, rice paddies and piedmont hills.
Charge, thanks for mentioning that. I owe my life to a Doberman named Thor. He and his handler were attached to my infantry scout platoon in Vietnam. Although I was the point man for the platoon, I would always defer to Thor when it came to his talents at detecting explosives and the enemy. All that dog would do was to stop and growl at a level that only his handler could hear at first (I learned to hear it too ) and 100%
of the time there was either a booby trap or an ambush on the trail ahead. The entire time Thor was with us (about 8 months) we never suffered a fatality among the men even though we had countless encounters with the enemy. Unfortunately Thor gave up his life on his last patrol. I don't recall seeing a dry eye in that battle hardened platoon that day.
I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which in truth, they are.
Gen. W.T. Sherman