
Brutus got my attention one day when he was 1 year old. I was walking through a parking garage where I lived when I heard a funny, frantic barking sound, which made me turn towards it. When I turned, there he was on the roof of a car, jumping up & down trying to get my attention. I walked towards him & when I was a foot away, he jumped into my arms. A bad person owned him, and I tried for years to get him, but finally, when it mattered most, he was able to run into my arms.
He suffered so much in life before he came to me, such as physical abuse and being given narcotics, yet his resilience and loving personality helped him to survive and still be a loving companion. He was starving and only 4 lbs when I was finally able to rescue him. He was scared, ill & shaking, but ran into my arms because he knew he was finally going to be safe. He has been with me now for almost 4 years.
From World War II to Operation Desert Storm. The "Fighting Shamrocks" from VMSB to VMFA have served and sacrificed gallantly every time it has been called upon. From the cold inside the Artic Circle at Bodo Norway to the heat and dirt of Balıkesir Turkey. Shamrocks have left their mark.
