From a classified remote desert location, Sergeant Cinnamon Williamson, an Army Medic, knew there would be things that her training wouldn't be able to prepare her for and she was not prepared for me. In the beginning I was only a cute rescued dog, a pet, something to snuggle up to and listen to her problems. Little did she know we were going to be constant companions and do our best to protect each other in this war torn country. She hadn't noticed me crouching at her feet as she had her eyes closed and was lathering up. This is where I wished she could hear some of my thoughts, "I am such a dog." ...a soldier will forget many things in battle, but one thing they will never forget is the words they need to yell when hurt, "Medic, I'm hit." Cinnamon inhaled a deep breath, visibly bit her lower lip, and attached the black bracelet to the little girl's limp wrist. The mother reached... Like a blind woman she never took her eyes away from his as she guided his finger to the trigger. Time for Cinnamon slowed down to slow motion as the helicopter door opened and in a man's arms there I was hanging limp. My blackened tongue was hanging out, I... With astounding imagination, Mike has written emotions of joy and sadness mixed together in a brilliantly tender way.