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My maternal grandfather was a military dog handler. During the 1970s he had five children and then disappeared for a number of years. My grandmother assumed he'd left and began seeing somebody else. One day my grandfather suddenly returned and, seeing a strange man on the sofa, said something like "Who the gently caress are you? I'm back now, get out of my house." and simply moved back in. He never spoke about it, and nobody knew where he had gone for those four years until his funeral in the early 90's, when in addition to the typical blazer + medals old military buds there was a whole different crew entirely, looking a bit more... irregular, you might say. It came to light he'd spent his time away fighting as a mercenary in the Rhodesian Bush War to uphold white minority rule. tl;dr my grandpa was a soldier of fortune in an ethnic African civil war and probably set dogs on civilians while wearing khaki shorts and a big hat.
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huskarl_marx posted:this one's probably the most sordid, dog pack attacks are grisly and he probably saw packs tear many people literally to shreds, their organs splayed and supped upon An extra dimension to this is that back in the UK he was pretty highly regarded in his local community, and by my mother's account he was a strict but decent father... take from that what you will. I never met the guy, he died of cancer before I was born. However - one of his children (and therefore my aunt) has been disowned by that side of the family, for reasons that I still don't know, so there may be more skeletons to come! Yaaaay.
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