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Joe Murphy and Ron Albertson were part of a recon squad when they left for their second tour in Afghanistan. Joe was close to all his squad members but he had forged a particularly close relationship with Ron after the man had lost his wife and 2 year old son in a traffic accident while on his first tour. Ron was devastated. He seemed to walk around in a daze as they arranged his transport home.

His son Ron Jr. was his world. His family was what kept him going in the roughest times and now they were gone. It pulled at Joe’s heart to see this brute of a man, 6 foot 5 inches tall and a good 240 lean pounds of the toughest fighting man he knew, crying, sobbing like a baby uncontrollably.

This was the man that no matter how fierce the fire fight would be heard saying, “I’m gonna kick me some Taliban ass”, and then went and did it. He was personally responsible for saving their asses quite a few times and afterwards would always say with a big grin on his face, “That’s what they pay me for gents”. If he said that once he’d said it a dozen times after turning back Taliban attacks in almost single handed displays of courage and determination. To see him like that just showed his deep love of everything he held dear, his family, his country and his fellow squad members.

And now while serving his country, protecting his fellow squad members he had lost the ones dearest to him. The whole squad felt his pain and tears formed in all of their eyes as they cried with him. Knowing this man had saved all their lives more than once so that they could return to their own families had them all distressed that they could do nothing to ease his pain. He left almost immediately on a transport plane to fly home in order to arrange their funeral arrangements as neither he nor his wife had family.

Joe had asked his wife Doria to look in on him while on skype with her the next day. The whole base was alive with the news. Ron’s wife was one of those women that seemed always happy, smiling and bubbling enthusiasm for life. Everyone that knew her loved her. She had met Ron and his family before at base functions like family day and other times such as when they would have barbecues for his squad members.

The members of his squad were a pretty close knit group as they depended on each other so much on their missions. He was afraid Ron might even take his own life. Without his family all he had was his service friends. Doria was waiting at Ron’s door when he arrived home and began immediately consoling him. She stayed at his side and helped Ron with the funeral and pretty much everything that needed to be done. He would never have eaten if not for Dorians insistence and the squad wives bringing him food.

Doria kept her husband informed of everything that happened and especially Ron’s mental state. She also badgered Ron until he would talk through Skype with his fellow squad members, the only family he had left. She spent so much time with him that people began to talk. After all her husband was away and here she was a white wife spending time with a black man recently left single.

Of course all the wives of his fellow squad members came to help out but she was the Sergeants wife and she felt a responsibility to see that he was ok as her husband had asked. More than one gossipy woman had herself tongue lashed by wives of the squad for suggesting that there was something amiss in her and Ron’s relationship. Recon squad members and their family’s stood by each other as many nosey, would-be gossip starters were quick to find out.

Ron returned to the squad less than a month after the funeral. He seemed even more protective of his squad members now and seemed to take unnecessary risks to do so. When Jake had been hit in the thigh he ran out under a hail of enemy fire to grab him by his collar and pull him to safety against Joe’s orders. It was a miracle they both weren’t killed.

If not for Ron’s action Jake undoubtedly would have been. When Joe had asked him why he disobeyed orders he simply said, “It’s what they pay me for”. Seeing Joe’s displeasure etched on his face he then said in a lower voice with tears forming in his eyes, “They’re the only family I got left Joe and I’ll be damned if I let these bastards kill them”.

When their Company was finally relieved to return home the entire squad was intact. Jake was even back to duty with nothing but a pair of scars where the bullet passed through his thigh. A couple months of physical therapy and he was good as new. Ron was promptly whisked away on a military transport to Washington D.C. where he was awarded the Medal of Honor, The Navy Cross and a Silver Star with 3 Oak Leaf Clusters.

Joe had written up every act of bravery Ron had performed and submitted them along with supporting statements to his Commanding Officer with signatures of every squad member plus members of other units that had been saved by or observed Ron’s actions under fire. The list contained 87 witnessing statements and signatures. Ron had no idea why he was being taken to Washington upon his return.

MP’s escorted him to the base Recreation Center where the whole Company welcomed him home when he returned. When he saw Joe he just stood and stared at him shaking his head until he said, “I was just doing…”.

Joe cut him off as he put his arm around his shoulders saying, “Yeah, yeah, I know you were doing what they pay you to do. Well I get paid to do what I did too, not just me but 86 other guys in this man’s Marine Core.”

“You know Joe, I don’t need any of this, but I sure wish my son could have seen the President pinning those medals on his daddy. I know Shavone would have been proud too”, he said as tears welled in his eyes.

“They saw it Ron, don’t ever think they didn’t. They’re here right now with us”

Joe and Doria spent a lot of time together with Ron. He tried dating other women but he just couldn’t let go of Shavone yet and didn’t think he ever could. It became common to see the three of them together everywhere.

Then they got the news that they were being sent back to Afghanistan for another tour. That is where this story really began. They had been in country for a couple of months when their Company commander called Joe to the base HQ. He introduced him to an Air Force Lieutenant and told him of a three man mission he had for him. They had located an Al-Qaeda lieutenant in a hut located in a predominantly Taliban controlled area and needed to drop the lieutenant with a laser to paint the hut once they ascertained it was their man. His commander wanted Joe and one other man to drop into the area with the Lieutenant and observe while under cover. Once the mission was over they would be air-lifted out under covering fire from Apache Attack helo’s. Naturally Joe took Ron with them.

The insertion came off without a hitch and they had found a place of concealment before daylight that afforded a good view of everyone coming and going from the hut. The Lieutenant had identified the man for sure before 10:00 AM as he stood outside the hut talking. He also identified another high ranked Taliban leader. When they both went inside the hut he radioed for an air-strike.

There was supposed to be a drone attack to destroy the hut followed by an extraction helo while the Apache’s kept the Taliban’s heads down and took out any remnants of the camp. The drone attack came off as planned and the laser painted the target perfectly allowing the drone’s missiles to completely destroy the hut and its occupants. What didn’t happen was the extraction helo showing up. It’s engine had been hit by small arms fire breaking a hydraulic line and forcing it to return to base.

The Apaches tried to keep them protected but the hill they were on was crawling with Taliban fighters. It was inevitable that they were found and an intense fire fight broke out. They managed to keep them at bay with the help of the Apaches but soon the Lieutenant was hit in his right calve forcing Ron to apply a tourniquet to it.

There were three Taliban dug in beneath a large boulder at the crest of the hill that was strafing their position continuously. They heard the replacement helo in the distance and knew it would arrive in moments. Being pinned down as they were they would never be able to reach it though. Ron glanced around and took in the situation and with his usual aplomb muttered, “Guess its time to earn my pay”. He loaded a new clip of ammo and then said, “Cover me”, and rose and took off running straight at the enemy’s emplacement while firing. Joe stood and began firing and was immediately hit in the groin crumpling in pain.

By now Ron was within feet of the Taliban fighters and killed two of them with a long burst of fire before he suffered a through and through in his left shoulder. He seemed to shrug as he realized he was out of ammo and threw his M4 at the remaining man before lunging at him and stabbing him dead. He reloaded his rifle and went to motion for them to go to the helo when he saw Joe curled in a knot groaning in pain. He raced under fire back to them and picked Joe up and placed him across his shoulders and asked, “Think you can make the helo?”

“Hell yeah, I’ll cover as much as I can”, the Lieutenant replied as he loaded a new clip and began racing towards the helicopter dragging his bad leg as he ran. He managed to draw some of the fire as Ron carried Joe to the helo and dumped him unceremoniously into the side opening. The Apaches began strafing the area the fire was coming from and just as Ron saw a Taliban with an rpg to his shoulder the lieutenant unleashed a burst that hit the man in the face dropping him as the rocket shot skyward. With the three of them aboard, the helo lifted and swung around towards home. “Nice shot guy”, Ron said to the Lieutenant.