Neil Shea’s dispatch from Kunar Province in Afghanistan:
“Here comes Lucky,” a soldier says. “Means we won’t get shot at today. Yesterday she didn’t show, and we got fucked up.” Lucky is sweet and hopeful, she curls between the camouflaged legs of the soldiers and they speak to her but are not allowed to touch. Regulations. I’m not bound by them so I kneel and whistle and she bounds over and folds herself softly into me. Someone has fashioned a collar for her. From the collar hangs a single silver dog tag. It reads DO NOT KILL.
“First Sergeant shot the last dog,” someone explains. The army does not allow mascots.
Lifted from: Andrew Sullivan