No por que sea un perro me convierte en cobarde. Capitulo 1.【HISTORIA】【ESP】【ENG】

Bueno, supongo que debería presentarme, me llamo Ken, tengo 3 años, soy un pastor alemán y soy un perro militar entrenado específicamente para el combate y la búsqueda de suministros ilegales. Mi trabajo... Proteger y ayudar a mis compañeros soldados en sus misiones.

Me crié en una familia de acogida en Wisconsin. Mi amo era un veterano de la Marina que perdió una pierna en el servicio militar. Con el tiempo fue envejeciendo hasta que le llegó su hora. El día que murió, su hijo, "Richard Hatson", le prometió alistarse en la Marina... y proteger a su país sin importar si moría en combate.

El día que partía para alistarse lo convencí de que me dejara ir con él, porque... si iba a partir para siempre... quería pasar al menos el poco tiempo que pudiera con él, justo cuando estaba terminando de prepararse, uno de los caballeros tomó la palabra y le dijo a Richard:

-"Veo que tiene un pastor alemán... ¿Es suyo o de otra persona?", dijo el encargado del registro. Logro observar su placa, Note que se llama "Srg. Paul Harrison".

-Richard respondió con firmeza:

"Sí señor, es mi fiel compañero. Se llama Ken".

-El soldado dijo con toda seguridad a mi amo:

-"Puede entrar en la marina con su perro, ya que es de gran importancia como lo es su servicio señor".

Al oír esto, Ricardo se quedó indeciso y no sabía qué hacer. Cuando me di cuenta de su inseguridad y vi que iba a rechazar su oferta, ladré y me puse a dos patas, apoyando mis dos patas delanteras sobre la mesa en la que estaba el formulario de registro de mascotas. Fue entonces cuando Richard supo que yo quería entrar sin importarme el peligro que ello conllevaba.

Richard con alegría, miedo e inseguridad... Acepté alistarme como perro en la Marina de los Estados Unidos y serviría a mi país sin importar mi vida. Sabía perfectamente que cuando entrara en el ejército ya no tendría largos descansos, ya no sería el mismo perro perezoso e inútil de antes. Me convertiría en lo que mi primer dueño quería... ser un motivo de orgullo para la nación.

El 5 de febrero de 1995 estaba en el segundo piso de una habitación de la casa de mi amo mirando el cielo y las montañas a través de la ventana. En ese momento noté la llegada de un hombre uniformado que se acercaba a la puerta de nuestra casa. Desde lejos me di cuenta de que era el mismo uniforme que llevaba el soldado que nos enroló en la marina. Rápidamente bajé las escaleras y llegué hasta la puerta y empecé a ladrar intentando avisar a mi amo de que alguien se acercaba. Rápidamente bajó del segundo piso de la habitación contigua, se paró frente a la puerta principal... agarró la manija y la giró lentamente. Fue entonces cuando supe... que la aventura estaba a punto de comenzar.

CONTINUARA...

Well, I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Ken, I'm 3 years old, I'm a German Shepherd and I'm a military dog trained specifically for combat and searching for illegal supplies. My job... To protect and assist my fellow soldiers in their missions.

I was raised in a foster family in Wisconsin. My master was a Navy veteran who lost a leg in military service. Over time he aged until his time came. The day he died, his son, "Richard Hatson," promised him to enlist in the Navy...and protect his country no matter if he died in combat.

On the day he was leaving to enlist I convinced him to let me go with him, because...if he was going to leave for good...I wanted to spend at least what little time I could with him, just as he was finishing getting ready, one of the gentlemen took the floor and said to Richard:

• "I see you have a German Shepherd? Is it yours or someone else's?" said the registrar. I managed to observe his badge, Note that his name is "Srg. Paul Harrison."

-Richard replied firmly:

"Yes sir, he is my faithful companion. His name is Ken."

-The soldier said confidently to my master:

• "You may enter the navy with your dog, for he is of great importance as is your service sir."

Hearing this, Richard was undecided and did not know what to do. When I realized his insecurity and saw that he was going to refuse his offer, I barked and stood on two legs, resting my two front paws on the table where the pet registration form was. It was then that Richard knew that I wanted in regardless of the danger involved.

Richard with joy, fear and insecurity? I agreed to enlist as a dog in the U.S. Navy and would serve my country regardless of my life. I knew full well that when I joined the military I would no longer have long breaks, I would no longer be the same lazy, useless dog I was before. I would become what my first owner wanted...to be a source of pride for the nation.

On February 5, 1995 I was on the second floor of a room in my master's house looking at the sky and the mountains through the window. At that moment I noticed the arrival of a uniformed man approaching the door of our house. From a distance I noticed that it was the same uniform worn by the soldier who enlisted us in the navy. I quickly went down the stairs and got to the door and started barking trying to alert my master that someone was approaching. He quickly came down from the second floor of the next room, stood in front of the front door...grabbed the handle and slowly turned it. That's when I knew...the adventure was about to begin.

CONTINUARA...s placed. That's when Richard knew I wanted to enter regardless of the danger involved.
Richard with happiness, fear and insecurity... I accepted to join the United States Navy as a dog and I would serve my country regardless of my life. I knew perfectly well that when I joined the army I would no longer have long breaks, I would no longer be the same lazy and useless dog I was before. I would become what my first owner wanted... to be a source of pride for the nation.
On February 5, 1995 I was on the second floor in a room of my master's house looking at the sky and the mountains through the window. At that moment I noticed the arrival of a uniformed man walking up to the door of our house. From a distance I noticed that it was the same uniform worn by the soldier who enrolled us in the navy. I quickly went down the stairs and reached the door and started barking trying to tell my master that someone was approaching. He quickly came down from the second floor of the next room, stood in front of the front door... grabbed the handle and turned it slowly. That's when I knew... the adventure was about to begin.

CONTINUE...

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