The boots stopped. The street went silent. And then something happened that no command could order. At the front of the parade, this K9 sat down, lifted his right paw, and held it high — not as a trick, not as a show… but as a salute. A salute for the uniform. A salute for the people. A salute for the country he serves without words. In that moment, ranks didn’t matter. Only loyalty did. The crowd stood still, then clapped — not for a performance, but for a heart that knows duty, respect, and ho

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