Saturday, April 2, 2011

Self Piercing Sleeper Rings







On April 2, we recall here in Argentina for all young people who left their precious life in the Islas Malvinas (in the 1982 war), and how could it be otherwise, there are stories of dogs that accompanied the soldiers, the comfort, sheltered and made them better spanning dramatic moments.


While this blog is about dogs small thumbnail, which could never get to star in this heartfelt stories, they also accompany us in all walks of life.




This is a tribute to the loyalty and unconditional love that all dogs have with their human friends, regardless of size or race.

Xuavia
story Source: Veterinary Midshipman J. Robles.


The dog Xuavia was pregnant when he left for the Falklands , with its Guide Soldier Battalion C/62 Carlos Silva ARA Safety Partnership Dogs of War.

On the night of 13 to 14 June, after enduring heavy shelling British on Argentine positions, Xuavia back with Argentine troops in Port Stanley but suddenly broke away and ran into the blackness of the night.


Several hours later she was found with his body heat giving an Argentine soldier wounded, which was promptly taken to hospital by stretcher and Army nurses. Had it not been for that soldier had died Xuavia frozen and bleeding. After the conflict

Xuavia returned to his naval base and gave birth to nine puppies with normal delivery. The father was Duke.

J. Vet Midshipman Robles.



Tom - The dog gunner.
(Source: Story of Cbo 1 ยบ VGM Omar Liborio of GA 101 AD)



The truck was waiting outside by my soldiers and equipment. I took a great bunch of jackets and headed for the race, but I crossed a dog base that had grown up from puppy and made me fall. I got up cursing again took the jacket and resumed my journey, but a few meters again dog made me fall. Of anger, I took it and said "You're kidding, then you come with us Malvinas" and climbed into the truck.

Seeing the dog , the soldier asked me amazed Cepeda - "And so my Cape First, how do you call the dog ?"

Laughing I replied - "From now called Tom, because we go to the theater of operations Falklands"

He soon became the most pampered and loved being together, but we had to hide it superiors, so he was always in the inspections in a purse, jacket or bag where only breathing out his nose.








After waiting a few days in Santa Cruz we went in a Hercules to the Islas Malvinas carrying our staff, two cannons Sofma, a Unimog and of course to Tom, that to that point I was a soldier mobilized Artillery Group 101.



In Tom Malvinas behaved like a brave gunner. When we were shooting with a high rate of fire to the British, he stopped in front of the barrel as the best fighters, always barking and playing with one that was drop in the moments of calm to offer encouragement, when there were "red alert bombing officer "was the first to leave the shelter to look for the farthest and the latest entrant to cover, and often his canine instincts sensed aerial bombardment before the alarm was screaming, which manifested itself by barking we already knew. He shared with us food and the soldiers built a shelter with woolly hats and scarves.


June 11 (two days before the end of the war), at 11:15 pm, an English aircraft launched bombing frantically about our position and making our cannon burst, we run for cover and Tom, as always, standing on a rock bark giving the alert.

The plane made another pass, this time furiously strafing our troops that repelled the attack with guns, in this time several were injured (including me), and Tom, rushing them aware the most distant was hit by shrapnel.


Smoke and the smell of gunpowder filled the place. As we, wounded, looking at Tom and found him lying motionless on a stone, with its large black eyes staring and waving slowly from his comrades. There was

forever our canyon and the best witness to this war, our beloved dog Tom. There in the cool crowd Malvinas Argentina he is another bastion, along with the soldiers who gave their lives for their country.


When I returned to the mainland, in honor of him, all dogs that Tom and I were called in my lifetime so I will. Tom in

Malvinas was my best friend. And I ... never forget my friends!

; Omar Liborio



NO GREATER LOVE TO GIVE LIFE BY THE FRIENDS

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