When Mike Bailey talks about his time with Prince, he can still smell the jungle.He can see the rusty-red German shepherd’s nose twitch at a whiff of danger. Still hear the footfalls of a hundred North Vietnamese soldiers passing in the dark while he and his dog hid. Still feel the mortar explosions and the blood oozing from a wound in Prince’s head.
So yes – a story in the history blog of The Virginian-Pilot grabbed his attention. Once it found its way to him, anyway.
Bailey doesn’t spend much time online. Now 72, he lives in Blaine, Wash., a small town in the far northwest corner of the country. He prefers a low-key life. A more plugged-in friend sent him the article about Prince.
The words brought it all rushing back.
Prince was one of the few feel-good stories to come out of America’s most unpopular war: a dog from Chesapeake who knew no fear.