The Waves Don't Forget

The Four Legged Sergeant

"A...a dog?"

"A Bull Terrier mix specifically, and without a doubt one of the strangest yet bravest dogs I've ever come to know." Kurfürst keep the picture of the dog under the projector light, letting them eye the many medals and honors decorating his vest.

"...Wait, isn't that a German medal? How'd he get that one?"

"Glad you asked Elbe. You see, from what Mr. Conroy told me, and that was his owner, he had tangled with a German soldier and held him down long enough for help to arrive and take him prisoner. They just took his medal and gave it to Stubby."

"Wow, he's a really strong dog..."

Kurfürst smiled before standing up. "He may have been, but he wasn't large at all. In fact, he only went up to my knees, maybe even smaller."

"He was that small?! That's so adorable and cool!" Elbe was standing up as well, looking at the picture of Stubby and imaging the size of the dog. "Oh he would be so cute to hold!"

"And I had the honors to do that after the war...but first, I suppose I should talk about how I first ran into the dog on the fields."

"You fought him in battle?!"

"No, rather, I suppose the dog found me is the better way to put it..."
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It's been some time in the trenches, and it was a few months after the Americans had joined the war on the Allied side. My allies and me weren't too worried at first, until the might of the American industry proved itself and we began losing ground.

We come to see Kurfürst, who was leaning against a wooden wall in the farthest trench to the lines. She was sleeping rather peacefully against it, not having had a good rest for a few days now ever since the constant attacks and bombardment from the French.

No matter how unstoppable she was, she was still one woman, and so she couldn't win an entire war herself.

...

She stirred in her sleep, hearing something off around her that definitely didn't belong. She became a very light sleeper during the war, which was natural for every one of her soldiers as well.

When her eyes opened, she shook off the drowsiness she got and quickly began looking around, hearing the odd tapping of feet somewhere close by. It couldn't have been human with the quickness of it, so some sort of animal got into the trenches.

"Dammit, I swear if there's another group of wild dogs..." she stood up and grabbed her Halberd, marching over to where she heard the pattering, down the trench.

It was a quiet dawn, but that was more dangerous than anything for a normal soldier. If you were heard and couldn't confirm it was an ally that heard you, you're as good as dead. Thankfully, I wasn't in worry of that.

Nobody was down this branch of the Trench due to it being a recent site of a gas launch, so she opted to stay to make sure it was all well and good. The Dogs seemed to take advantage too, looking for any scraps of food the could find.

Turning another corner, she came face to foot with her target of sound, and she was right that it was a dog. Although...

"A...Terrier?"

She saw the little dog, sniffing around, quickly stopping that as she spoke and caught his attention. He was growling at her, not barking like she thought he would.

The question still remained though, what was an English breed doing here? Usually these kind of dogs wouldn't be found so far out from their home, that, or they would have been put to use in...