Not many weeks before, Tuffy had been a wobbly, anonymous pup. A group of First Army signalmen adopted him, gave him a name and tidbits from their rations. Tuffy went along with them to the eastern marches of Belgium.
When the enemy broke through, eight of the signalmen and three other soldiers, with Tuffy along, had to hide in a cellar for ten hours as German armor rolled through the town. Panzermen were stationed in the house overhead. Two Germans looked into the cellar but saw nothing. They heard nothing, either, because Tuffy seemed to be holding his breath like his...
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