Book, Haran, Peter, Trackers: The Untold Story of the Australian Dogs of War (Copy 1)

Summary

The tracking lead jerked like a fast jag on a fishhook, Caesar's ears shot up and his shoulders hunched forward. The Viet Cong was fifty yards to my right front, stretching his arms above his head. There were three men at least...and a machine-gun on the track facing me. Scarcely able to breathe, I reeled Caesar back.. and gave a thumbs down. Enemy. And I had them cold

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