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| Outside our "living area" were the "toilets", actually porta-potties. Dasty would wait by the fence and bark or what-not until "Daddy" came in and gave him some love. |
| My "Ham" Dasty along with the tools of the trade in Fallujah November 2004. |
| Dasty and I in Fallujah, November 2004 |
| Dasty and I on mission, somewhere in Baghdad. I was scared to death, Dasty, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. Such a faithful companion, sometimes it made me sad. He smiles away in almost 130 degree weather... |