Anatoli and I were on the truck taking volunteers to a combat zone. I remember hearing “Incoming” and Anatoli leaning over and shielding me. A white flash and a boom. I lost my hearing. All the men are dead in the truck and there are body parts everywhere. Anatoli is dead. Three teenagers at theContinue reading ““Andrij The Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog”: Chapter 2 “My Master is Dead: I Am an Orphaned Dog: I am Having Flashbacks””
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