Four men and a dog stood at attention in the bright sun that splashed the church courtyard in the Italian town of Pietra-vairano. Ack-ack crackled in the distance but the group remained motionless. The Division General was reading:
"Chips, U.S. Army doggallantry in action. After landing at Blue Beach Chips and his handler advanced 300 yd. inland under a flurry of flares and tracer bullets. . . . Suddenly a hidden machine gun began firing from the hut on troops on the beach. Unhesitatingly Chips wrenched the leash from his handler's hand, dashed into the hut, teeth bared, and vigorously...
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