Bev and I stand on a mound of desert sand and look off into the distance. HumVees, Pickups, flashing lights and Military Police all seem to be after something. Bennie racing thru the brush like a scared rabbit. Soon Americas finest have the situation in hand the desperate terrorist dog is captured. From our vantage point Bev and I can see Bennie in the back of a Hummer surrounded by troops.
Trucks race off through the thick brush.
Beverly and I try to shrink to as small a size as possible, but it does not work. From a quarter mile away Bennie sees us. After I explained to the Base Security officer that I was a Disabled Marine from the Vietnam era. We were packed up and gone in two minutes. Heading to S.I.R. raceway in Tucson.