Isabel George - D-day Dogs - Remarkable true stories of heroic dogs

‘SOUND OFF FOR EQUIPMENT CHECK!’

Ken, as first in line, responded, ‘One OK. Two OK,’ for himself and Bing. And so it followed down the line of handlers now sitting on the floor until the final response: ‘Eight OK.’

Ken took up position sitting on the edge of the hatch, his feet dangling in the gap. A harsh gust of wind blew him and the others back. Bing took the blast of wind in his face. His ears shot back and his snout wrinkled against the cold air, but he sat firm.

‘HOOK UP!’

Ken lifted the hook from under the flap on Bing’s parachute bag and attached it to the static line wire above his head before clipping his own hook onto the wire. Bing watched his every move. With the hooks connecting the parachute bags to the static line, when man and dog jumped, the bags would be pulled off, releasing the ’chutes underneath.

‘RED ON!’

The glow of the red signal light hovered above their heads, creating a fiery gloom. The men and dogs shifted to hold steady as the aircraft adjusted altitude.

‘GREEN ON … GO!’

Ken launched himself out of the hole. Bing followed.

Down. Down. His legs dangling from under his harness, Bing swayed from side to side as he drifted like a giant leaf towards the ground. He looked for Ken, who was falling directly beneath him. He could see his handler’s lips move, but all he could hear was the rush of the cold air around his head. Ken fixed his eyes on Bing and as his body turned in the air he mouthed comforting and encouraging words: ‘Come on, boy, stay calm, I’m here for you. Not long now and we’ll be together.’ The ground was rising to meet them and Ken had one wish – to see the ’chute open and watch his dog touch down without a scratch.

Pulled upwards as his parachute was released, Bing shot away from Ken, who couldn’t help but raise his arms to gesture some reassurance. ‘I’m here, lad. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you!’ Ken landed firmly on the grassed area as planned, and seconds later Bing sped into a safe landing just a few yards away. Running over, Ken grabbed his large, furry dog and gave him a massive hug. ‘You great big amazing lump of dog! Come here and give your dad a kiss!’ Bing didn’t need to be asked twice to join in the fun, and in no time at all the two were rolling around in the silk and strings of Bing’s ’chute. As Monty, Flash and Rob followed, the celebrations became infectious, even though it meant a lot of detangling for the handlers!

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