LENIN

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM....The shells would drop for days & nights on end; everyone held onto their picklehaubs and complained about when the stupid British would decide to attack...and then, out of the mist, came the poodle, dodging the shelling and gunfire, his gasmask dangling from his face and pulling the so much needed communications line.

The German's treated him well; they always tended to his wounds and gave him bratwurst for his meals. All he had to do was run from one place to the other with this reel of cable on his back, what an easy life !! One day his friends left, and these other men came; they wore different uniforms, spoke a different language and they had no bratwurst's !! Poodle didn't like them!

Life on the French farm wasn't bad, wasn't bad at all. His fur was always clean, food was readily available and the bitches around the farm..ou la la !! They were HOT !! There was only one thing he hated, it was those damned big things with a big propeller in front; they were normally parked next to the farm and all of a sudden they would take off making this big racket !! One of his offspring, the youngest in particular, would spend all day watching these things take off & land. All the other dogs would run away or cover their ears, but not this one, he was either deaf or stupid, but he loved them !!!

On one occasion, the farm owner said goodbye to his wife and kids; he had a big bag with him and talked some gibberish about going to Madrid and fighting for freedom against the fascists well these humans.....we all know they are crazy !! The young Poodle rushed after his master, papa Poodle barked at him to return, but alas it was too late - the aircraft doors shut and hey, dinner was being served at the farm !!

Young poodle hid behind the crates inside the aircraft, he couldn't believe he was inside one of this big birds! He was so nervous that he pissed and crapped everywhere, he was dogstatic !! Unfortunately, all that pissing and crapping got through and damaged some vital electrical parts, causing the plane to land with one engine only. When the aircrew found him, they were fuming with anger; the French engineer got out his pistol and emptied the cartridge on him whilst shouting "Je vous vous enverrai l'enfer vous hybride". The poodle shut his eyes as the bullets ricocheted around him and then he made a mad rush for the open exit door and jumped for his dog life.

Well Stenka was giving hell to this young new recruit, Yarick. It wasn't Yarick's day, this was the third engine he had burnt this week and Stenka had him doing the latrines for the past month, with his toothbrush.all of a sudden PHUFFF, this white furball lands on the Cossack's face!! Stenka grabs this thing by the scruff of its neck and doesn't know what to do with it, shall he eat it? Should he clean his boots with it? Then he sees Yarick slowly malingering away and calls him back. "Yarick", he yells. Take care of this piece of crap or I will kill ya, UNDERSTOOD?

Well Yarick named him "LENIN" and took care of him for a while, every one liked the poodle and the Serzhant's would have bets to see on which officers bedding or office he would crap in next, it kept there minds away from this horrible "Spanish Civil War". Well that was until Serzhant Major Redvo from the GSHAP Training Wing decided to use K9's inside aircraft!! This proved highly effective, although very smelly and messy. A full breeding program is now in full swing at the 69.GIAP base (well at least someone's getting it !!) The Poodle is now a trained gunner, can sniff the jerries from miles away and always finds his way back to base. He likes to fly a captured and modified Fiat G.50 and likes to give our pilots some 'real live training'.so watch your SIX, you could be next!!