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A small piece of cloth was stuffed into the muzzle of the rifle to keep dust out. Before this photo was taken, one of the soldiers removed the cloth and stuck it in my pocket. When I returned home I found it still there, a uniform patch insignia of the Karen National Liberation Army.
In the early 1990's I was living on Saipan, where I worked in a small ad agency in the Nauru Building on the west coast of the island. A security guard sitting on a plastic chair manned the back entrance of the building, which led out to the parking lot where I kept my motorcycle. Beyond the lot was jungle. Every day, a stray dog would emerge from the jungle and walk to the building, where she would spend the day playing with the guards, sleeping under the chair and waiting for snacks from the building tenants. The guards had named her 'Tiger'. One day it became apparent that Tiger was pregnant. Over the following weeks she grew bigger and moved a little slower, until one day she didn't come at all. Days passed without a visit from Tiger. When she finally did come back many days later, she was no longer pregnant. At the end of the day I waited with Tiger at the back of the building until she got up to go back to the jungle. I followed her to her babies, eight of them, now several days old, squirming in a shallow pit Tiger had dug under a fallen tree. They had spent days exposed, covered in faeces and infested with maggots. I collected them all and took them home with me. Tiger followed. I spent the rest of the day cleaning the puppies while Tiger watched. All of the dogs moved in with me, and I cared for them until they were old enough to be adopted. I gave away all of them except Roark. Over the next couple of years, Roark and I were inseparable. We did everything together; hiking, going to the beach. When the time came for me to leave Saipan, I gave Roark to my friend Guy Gabaldon, a WW2 hero who had fought in the Battle of Saipan. He was a grumpy old man with a big heart. Eight years later Guy mailed me a letter to tell me that Roark had passed away. He told me Roark had lived a happy life, and brought joy to him and his family.
