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He was only a pup when they found him: half-starved, white coat filthy and jumping with fleas, and stumpy little legs that reminded Jim Moody of the terriers he'd seen rabbiting on farms back in Australia. Maybe the pup reminded him of home, a safer place where people kept pets. Or maybe the pup had enough personality to con Moody to take him back to camp. Either way, the little dog and the little Digger were soon inseparable. It was Egypt, 1940 . Moody was a despatch rider with the 2/1 Machine Gun Battalion in the desert war.  The soldiers weren't supposed to take in strays as pets but for Moody's crew, rules were for bending. Moody wasn't overawed by officers. He was nearly 30, originally came from Brighton and had coxed a rowing crew at Scotch College. He'd been a jackaroo before the war and had knocked around a lot.  The little dog should have been called Lucky but for some now-forgotten reason they called him Horrie. He grew strong on pilfered army rations, was...