We lost our Dog Handler and his Dog (and several other Brothers) in an ambush. When it was all said and done, Thunder was found with a big hunk of meat in his mouth that he had taken from one of the NVA.
When we sent out our wounded and dead, the Crew Chief on one of the choppers said we couldn't load the Dog. The Company Commander told him, "If you don't load this Dog, this chopper isn't leaving the ground." The Crew Chief looked around at a bunch of peed off troupers and decided to let us load Thunder.
Thunder was one of us. He and his Handler were both American Heroes.