When Chris came to visit me, we were walking through Philly and talking about nothing in particular, when out of nowhere, Chris tells me, “When I was in Iraq and we were patrolling one day and this dog comes up to us, yapping and barking and my commanding officer took aim and POW! Right in the stomach. Dog goes flying back in the air and lands about two feet back. And it’s laying there still alive, but my unit is just walking by, so I went over and took aim, and shot one right through it’s head.”
I stopped right in the middle of the sidewalk. “But…why do the good guys shoot the dog?”
“We had to. Dogs there aren’t like dogs here. They’re mean, diseased and trained to attack people. I was doing the humane thing by putting it out of its misery so it wouldn’t bleed to death for hours.”
“Yeah, I got that part, but...” Long, long pause as I look at the guy who I used to pass notes to during assemblies, who is most definitely not that person anymore. “...why did you tell me that story?”
Chris just shrugged and kept walking.
I stopped right in the middle of the sidewalk. “But…why do the good guys shoot the dog?”
“We had to. Dogs there aren’t like dogs here. They’re mean, diseased and trained to attack people. I was doing the humane thing by putting it out of its misery so it wouldn’t bleed to death for hours.”
“Yeah, I got that part, but...” Long, long pause as I look at the guy who I used to pass notes to during assemblies, who is most definitely not that person anymore. “...why did you tell me that story?”
Chris just shrugged and kept walking.
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