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military with his
     camouflage pants, high and tight haircut and the tags.
    “We both were,” he said, indicating Buck.
    “That’s beast!” the other boy said. “Can we pet him?”
    “Let him smell your hand first so he knows that you’re an American.” Ronnie had to
     grin when the boys looked in awe that a dog might be able to detect a person’s nationality.
     Yep, kids were still gullible.
    They approached and held out their hands in Buck’s direction. The dog sniffed them
     and then bumped their hands for a pat.
    “I’m looking for Addison Clark. Either of you guys know her?”
    “Yeah, Addie is in the gym,” one of the boys said.
    “We can wait out here with your dog while you go inside to get her,” the other boy
     offered.
    “I appreciate the offer, but Buck stays with me,” Ronnie said.
    “Mr. Thompson, the principal, doesn’t allow animals in the building,” the taller of
     the two boys said.
    “This is no mere animal. This is a sergeant in the United States Army. Show some respect!
     Don’t they teach you kids anything these days?” Ronnie said in disgust.
    He nearly fell out laughing when one of the boys stood up a little straighter and
     saluted Buck with a mischievous grin.
Smart-ass.
    Tugging lightly on Buck’s leash, Ronnie headed into the building. Buck seemed more
     like his old self with every passing minute. The two boys followed Buck and Ronnie
     back inside and pointed him in the direction of the gym.
    Once inside the gym he noticed the group of girls from yesterday doing a cheer. Perhaps
his
school had taken high school sports a little more seriously, but if this was their
     cheerleading squad, he’d hate to see the actual
team
. They sucked.
    The girls were not in even rows, either horizontally or vertically. Their movements
     weren’t in sync with the cheer and a couple of them were clapping a second or two
     later than the rest of them. Rusty would have freaked out if he had seen the lack
     of symmetry in this bunch of kids. Fortunately for them they weren’t in the military,
     or they’d be running until they dropped from exhaustion.
    Ronnie sat on one of the bleacher seats near the door and watched. Addison noticed
     him and waved. He nodded his acknowledgment.
    Buck stood at alert watching the kids as though they were a new group of recruits.
     The door to the gym opened and an older gentleman in a suit stepped through. He stopped
     short upon seeing Buck. Approaching cautiously, the man cleared his throat.
    “Sir, I’m sorry, but we do not allow animals in the building. I’m afraid you will
     need to take your pet back out to your vehicle,” the man said.
    Ronnie watched as the two boys he’d met outside came through a different set of double
     doors to watch with even bigger mischievous grins. The little shits had dimed him
     out to the principal and were waiting for a response. Standing back up, Ronnie faced
     the older balding man and crossed his arms over his chest, still holding on to Buck’s
     leash.
    “Sir, let me introduce Sergeant Buck, United States Army,” he said, nodding toward
     Buck. “I
know
you aren’t attempting to kick a decorated soldier out of your building. I forgive
     your lack of respect for the politics involved but a representative of this country’s
     fighting forces deserves better,” he said to the man.
    The man looked at him with a stunned expression as the two young boys made their way
     over to where Ronnie stood so they could better hear what was being said. Ronnie turned
     to face the boys as they approached, and they stopped in their tracks. They tried
     to snap to attention to salute Buck, and Buck went from being on alert to sitting
     down.
    “At ease, boys,” Ronnie said.
    The principal looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t formulate a sentence
     worthy of his thoughts. After looking at Buck and then the boys and then Ronnie, the
     man turned and marched out of the gym. The boys looked at each other