We once captured a German supply convoy. One item of the loot were cartons of Czechoslovakian cigarettes. They were half again as long as American ciggies, and the diameter was about the size of a soda straw. They were fast burning, and a pretty good smoke. I believe the tobacco was Turkish. In one of the trucks, we found cases of wooden tipped ammo. Wow! I imagined the type of wound they could inflict. Probably worse than a 'dum dum' bullet.
Now along with the trucks, came a German Shepard police dog. He must have been the mascot of the supply company. He was a beautiful animal, but he had a bad habit of biting American G.I.s. I suppose we smelled like outsiders. Lieutenant ordered the Sergeant to take care of the problem. It was sad, but necessary. This beautiful animal was taken to a ditch and shot. I'm glad the Lieutenant didn't ask me to do it. Killing doggies was not in my job description.
Speaking of dogs, at Camp Campbell I once pulled guard duty in a stockade housing naughty GIs. There were towers at the four corners of the jail with dogs patrolling in a runway, circling the structure. Winter nights in Kentucky were quite cold, so at two in the morning they moved the dogs to a warm place, but the 'dogfaces' had to stay in the air-conditioned towers until six in the morning. Brrrrrr!
There was an Italian prisoner of war camp near us in the United States, and it was my turn again to pull guard duty. I was supervising a clean up detail, while carrying on a conversation with a couple of my Pisanos. I was not worried about any of them escaping because they never had it so good. They were sweating out the rest of the war in a safe place, with all the comforts the Geneva Convention stipulated we had to provide for them, and that was a lot. Better than fighting in Africa where these guys were taken prisoner. This one Italian was showing me how to keep your head down, and still observe the landscape. He said never expose yourself too much. I then asked him how, where and when did he get caught? He started out by saying, "I wassa hide in hole".