Heading To Freedom Soon

Meet Leia~ Soldiers Companion

"Leia showed up one day wandering around the camp and walked right into my arms. Ever since then there hasn’t been a single dull day for the platoon. She’s the most perfect little thing we’ve seen and we can’t imagine what this trip would have been like without her. Sometimes I wonder what her life would have been like if she hadn’t found her way through the hescos and razor wire and inside,  straight to us.

Really looking forward to bringing her home and giving her the life she deserves back in the states!"

"Luna was born at an undisclosed location in Jordan. Due to base restrictions, she needed to be relocated or would be essentially euthanized. When the opportunity to rescue Luna came about, I didn’t second guess any aspect of it. My wife and I were  already seeking a new member of the family and found it in Luna."    Arizona Bound!

"We met our compound kitty as the weather started getting colder and fall settled in on the coast of the Black Sea in Romania. Our fighter squadron found themselves with a new member in the lines one morning: a little grey-brown cat, no more than 6 months old. He quickly earned the name Buddha for his easy-going attitude and proclivity for naps. He is curious and playful, and is completely at ease being picked up and cuddled. The fighter squadron quickly fell in love with him, and he could always be found playing with members during down-time, or running around the compound hunting mice. He was a source of endless morale for our squadron on deployment.

One morning, after a couple weeks with us, we noticed he was unable to walk. He had deep cut on his paw, likely from the razor wire fence around the compound, and it had gotten infected. At that point, I knew that as much as we love having him with us, this is not a safe environment for him. We brought him to a vet, where he got his wound disinfected and was given antibiotic treatment, and now he's as playful as ever! Since he has done so much to keep our spirits high here, I am trying to get him home to adopt him, so he can live a safe, comfortable, and enriching life, and so he can continue to see the people who love him in his extended squadron family!"

"We'd just about finished up our 9 months and in came walking this little gal. Where did she come from? We have absolutely no idea. She kind of looks like Tommy Hesco who we think is probably her dad. He's another cool real down to earth fella that hangs around here. Definitely a dude with some kids and some stories. He's ruff around the edges, but definitely a smooth talker, kinda a Tom Hardy vibe. So where did she come from? Maybe Tommy, but that doesn't really matter because she has quickly won over an entire camp. I'd be lying if I said she was 'my' dog. No way, Dustoff bathed her, we all feed her, everyone plays

with her. She definitely has it pretty good...well since she strolled into camp at least. Belly rubs are certainly not few and far between...every unit provides that in surplus. She brings a light to the eyes of troops that have worked a long day. Crews who've been out on mission all day return and see this goofy long legged pup just wagging waiting for a belly rub. When that happens It doesn't matter what color your beret is, what your day was like--Troops are reminded they're human for a second. It's been a team effort. A camp effort. If I wasn't trying to get her back home I guarantee you there would be 15 others right behind me ready to get the process started too. This mild mannered, docile littler desert dog thrives off of attention. She'll choose a belly rub over chicken and rice every day of the week. I think actually we'd probably all do the same at this point. Regardless, this is one worth saving.  She deserves a bountiful, playful ,loving life in the country we all love, the United States. Yes she brings so much joy to all of us here, but we know in our heart of hearts this is no place for a pup. My team, this camp, we all want better for her. Which brings us to you! Life out here is pretty tough on animals, they age in Marine years.

So you can imagine at 4-6 months she's see some shit. This is not a slick sleeve doggo. She's probably been to HALO but she's super humble and wouldn't even mention it. What a friggen quiet professional.

Any who,  we would like to put her on a petting napping and hiking profile...as a Reservist this is totally my wheelhouse. Which is where you come in! We'd love to get this gal stateside with your help. Being the one whose going to take her home--I'm excited to see this pup roam the woods of Vermont and I'd love to see her turn into a trail dog chasing me on my mountain bike. I've got the space for her to roam and the trails for her to explore! She doesn't even know what grass feels like, can you friggen imagine? Now, she's got like 5 names out here. It's very challenging to get one to stick because every time a new command comes in they completely change the way we do things--But I'd like to name her Lady. Why? Because I wanted to name her Dump Truck but I was told no. Anyway! Let's get this gal home!"

"Maia was found in a bread bag thrown off a bridge into a lake for death and I heard her screaming and

rescued her she was only a day or two old.  She is currently being fostered in Romania until she is old enough to travel to the USA."