A war dog and I in the army

Sitting beside me is a rather aged and domesticated war dog, after demonstrating how to salute, play dead and roll on sides. War
dogs are exceptional in the things they can do; detecting hidden drugs & even explosives, staying calm in a firing squad (this is not natural as dogs tend to tremble at the sound of fire crackers, i know as I've had dogs) in the jungle & the list goes on. Of course, all these amazing stunts are only possible after years of tough training.. which makes me wonder, is it fair for these dogs to undergo such hardship (though for a noble cause) and to be the chosen ones (not necessarily by their own choice) when others are having a loving family to play ball with, hugs when lightning strikes... But that's just life, i suppose.. Some of the soldiers I met in the army told me it was never their ambition to join the army, but were driven by necessity.. I asked them if they ever thought of quitting, after undergoing "hell-like" training, but they simply replied that there was no reason to turn back. This was the path that they knew they must travel, and they persevered with the right spirit... Many times in life, we can't chose, just like the war-dogs, be it in family, work..health..or even love.... Some paths must inevitably be travelled alone (with the Lord).. True, we have family & friends, but there are things they will never understand or be able to help... When flashbacks of the storms fill my mind, the Anchor is all I want to remember.. The Rock of Ages is everything that I need... We are humans, and unlike dogs, we have a much more of a choice on how 2 respond to circumstances.. May God help me to make right decisions, and to carry on with His strength.. For those who pray, please remember me. And the Lord be with you too...