| Testimonials 3 |
| Ken B. Ken served in Vietnam from October 25, 1968 to October 25, 1969, this is his story: I served in Tuy Hoa, but was also at Na Trang and other places. My first dog was Sargent. The last dog I handled was Fritz, who I picked up at Showa Air Force Base, Japan, in February or early March of 1969. Most all the dogs were killed in Vietnam, rather than returned to the United States. These dogs were not of the house pet persuasion and were extremly dangerous to all, but their handler. They were considered to be weapons. I got invloved with the dogs after basic training. I was assigned to Military Police School, but thought that it would be stupid duty and a waste of time; so when I saw a K-9 demonstration, I knew that was the duty for me. I shall paraphrase President Roosevelt: "I have been to war, I hate war." Now to the great trap: I loved the dogs and the duty, and I am sad to say I would do it again. I can sleep no more than three hours at a time. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, nerve damage to both hands, and damage from Agent Orange. Needless to say, one adapts and gets on with one's life. I have been a teacher at Milwaukee Area Technical College. I am a pipe organists, I paint, etc. In Viet Nam, one found oneself in a place with NO love, friendship, or trust. If it were not for the dogs, I would have had almost no companionship. I could trust my dog. |