"The first thing that went though my mind," he says, "was, 'S- -t. My dog's gonna get shot.' "
It was a perfect L-shaped ambush, bullets coming from the front and the right, the platoon pinned down in a flat, open landscape. Along the road were shallow trenches, no more than 14 inches deep. Daniel grabbed ÂÂOogie, squeezed him in a hole, then threw himself over his dog.