Nobody was sent to take the dog away, but a little while later the sentry was relieved from duty, and another soldier kept guard over the silent camp, pacing back and forth past the Red Cross Hero, sleeping his last sleep under the light of the sentinel stars.
Somebody draped a flag across him before the camp was astir next morning.
"Well, why not ?" the man asked when he was joked about paying so much attention to a dead dog.

"Why not?
He was a war dog, wasn't he?
It's no more than his due.

I was the man he found in the ditch yesterday.

As far as his intention and good will went, he did as much to save me as if I had been really lying there a wounded soldier.

When he came leaping down there into the ditch after me, licking my face in such a friendly fashion and holding still so that I could help myself to the flask and bandages, I thought how grateful a fellow would feel to him if he were really rescued by him that way.