In a deadly green valley on Guam, a Marine in mottled battle dress worked slowly forward, Garand at the ready. Ahead of him crept another mottled figure: a brown and black Doberman pinscher with ears acock. Now and again the dog stopped; the Marine hand-signaled to it and the dog moved on. Then suddenly the Doberman stiffened. The Marine raised his rifle and the valley echoed with shots. From a tree ahead a Jap sniper tumbled and lay still.
In the Pacific, as they had in Italy, U.S. dogs of war were proving...
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