12/05/2024
This story is not about our family but it shows how the smallest story is important. With the losses we have suffered maybe we can share memories, here for later generations to read and know their family stories.... what you gossiped about at Christmas dinner... 😆 that could get juicy... any ways please share a story of life as a kountz. Any how here is a sample ❤️ sending all our love and Happy Holidays, The Brunson's
This dog's name was Gunner. My uncle brought him back from WW2. He was raised and slept under my uncle's anti- aircraft gun. The gun crew shared their
rations to feed him. By the time he was 18 months old, my uncle said he would stand up and look at the sky. If he laid back down they knew all was ok. If he growled
and put his hackles up they got at the ready. He knew the sound of the German aircraft and my uncle said he
never got it wrong. He said Gunner was better than any early warning system. I'm probably the only one left in the family that knows that story now, so I thought I'd tell it before it's lost forever, like many stories must be from that time. Thanks for reading it
