This dog’s name was Gunner.
My uncle brought him home from World War II.
Gunner was raised on the base—he slept every night beneath my uncle’s anti-aircraft gun. The crew fed him from their rations and made him part of the team. By the time he was just 18 months old, something remarkable began to happen.
He would look up at the sky.
If he stayed calm, they knew all was clear.
But if he growled… if his hackles rose… the crew snapped to attention.
He could tell the difference between Allied and German aircraft.
And according to my uncle—he never made a mistake.
No alarms. No radar.
Just a dog who sensed something we couldn’t.
They said Gunner was better than any early warning system they had.
I think I’m probably the last in the family who remembers this story.
So I wanted to share it before it fades—like so many others from that time.
Thanks for reading about Gunner.
He never wore a medal.
But to my uncle and the men he protected, he was a hero.
