Rex, The Memory.

When Captain John Henderson, of US army,
was twelve he had a wolfhound called Rex,
his father said the dog was too old and shot
it in front of the boy, who cradled the dog,
cried and got blood on his shirt; his mother
scolded him for that.

Later his father fell out of a helicopter, (talk
of suicide) and his mother remarried.

Captain John Henderson sat in his humvee
patrolling streets of dust and hate when it
exploded and he flew up in the air where he
met Rex, his only friend, in a field near home,
together they walked away from the vista of
endless deaths.