The Life of a War Horse

The Life of a War Horse The horses I remember as a child were very big working horses, not nervous like race horses who need a rub down and soft words before racing. I remember specially a giant tanned coloured horse left behind after the Nazi occupiers, it was a victim of war. The Nazi leaders who were fonder of animals than people, just like the British, had given the horse an animal iron cross, and had its flanked and neck stroked by Herman Goering no less; but it was never taken in by this barmy philosophy. Alas, the horse belonged to a survivor in Holland, it was shipped to the Middle East ploughing soil that hitherto had been tilled, by grey donkeys, ploughing shallow sandy soil. Than it happened having been exposed to so many confusing ideologies the horse bolted and kicked the farmer to death. There was a court case it was proven the horse was racially biased and sentenced to become legitimate dog food.