SUMMARY: A serious, non-yiffy short story, written for the War Dogs Association of America, and specifically for the charity Book of the Dead for FurFright 2010. A young fox realizes the true importance of not only respecting those who give their lives for us, but also of always moving forward.

Guess what: This is my first (I think) NON-yiff story.

I finally finished what I believe will be my final revision of this piece. I screwed up many times in terms of submitting it to the wrong person, then making it TOO short, then making it TOO long, blah blah blah.

This story was written for the United States War Dogs Association of America, which FurFright 2010 is aiding for the second year in a row. Please read more about this important charity:

http://community.livejournal.com/fu.....ht/373415.html

I think it's somewhat of a "selfish" piece, to be perfectly honest. When I hear about charities like this (or anything involving veterans), I can't help but feel envious of the heroes, depressed for their situations, and even angry at the countries who take such honourable men and women and put them in the bleakest of situations, sometimes causing irreparable damage (and it's even worse for the war dogs, in my opinion).

But what I always forget is to stop being so self-centered, live on, and actively honour the duty of our country's heroes. I wrote this piece to convince myself of this truth, and to raise awareness to others, as well as attempt to lift the spirits of those who might be afflicted by the tragedies of war.

Read the story at your leisure, read the journal entry pasted above, and do a little something to help others be aware of the War Dogs' plight at https://www.uswardogs.org


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