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“First time in my life I ever hit what I shot at with one of these things”, he replied dryly.

“Well you couldn’t have picked a better time to do it, we’d have been toast if he got that rocket off”, Ron assured him.

The medics were looking at Ron’s shoulder and said, “Nice clean hole, through and through, you were lucky, you’ll be fine”. Then he glanced at the Lieutenants leg and said, “That’ll leave a big chunk missing I imagine but you’ll live. Loosen that every now and then and let some blood get to it. Your buddy here took one in the groin and we won’t know for sure how bad it is until they go in and take a look see.

By where it went through and came out I think he’ll just need some stitching up inside and he’ll make it but you never know till you look.” He hung a bottle of glucose as he commented, “Not a lot of bleeding so it probably missed the artery unless it’s internal.” Then he patted Joe on the shoulder and said, “You can thank your buddy here that you’ll be going home Sarge”. Then he turned to the pilot and said, “They all three need the aid station so just take us there. Tell them we got one with a through and through to the groin that will need surgery and eta is 30 minutes so have a table ready.

Joe looked at Ron and then at the medic and grinned weakly as he said, ”He’s just wanting another trip to Washington to get another Medal of Honor.”

“Another one, the medic asked incredulously?”

“Yeah he got one with the Navy Cross and Silver Star. He’s trying to start a collection”, Joe said as he grimaced form the pain as he laughed.

The medic stuck out his hand and said, name’s Sid Wallace and I’m very proud to meet you. Ain’t often I get to meet a Medal of Honor winner and see why and how he earned it.

Ron grabbed the man’s hand saying, “Ron Albertson, I was just doing what they pay me to do son and besides he’s family”

The medic looked confused as he glanced at Joe’s white face and then at Ron’s black one. The Lieutenant smiled as he said, “They’re Recon son”.

Back at the aid station they patched Ron and George up and bandaged them. Joe had exploratory surgery and they found the bullet had nicked his intestine and scraped his pelvic bone sending bone fragments into his kidney. They taped him up and put the three of them on a plane to the states headed for the base hospital at Mobile, Alabama. “Damn, why couldn’t they send us to LeJeune Joe bitched, hell Doria can’t come to Mobile”

“Who is Doria”, George asked?

“His wife”, Ron said in a low tone of voice. Then Ron told George how Doria had taken care of him when he lost his wife and son. He said, “She’s a good woman and she’ll be worried the whole time he’s in Mobile”. George got up and walked to the front of the plane and went out of sight for a few minutes.

When he reappeared he said to Ron, “Ain’t that a bitch, a multimillion dollar airplane and all kinds of alarm lights coming on in the cockpit. The pilot says he is going to have to set down at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina and get it checked out. They are going to have to keep Joe in the hospital there and I’m betting they just leave him there. Oh yeah I was telling the crew about having a Medal of Honor recipient aboard and they’d love to meet you. I might have mentioned how you saved my ass too. It was right about then the alarm lights began beeping. Did I mention how nice the engineers are on this plane Ron?”

Ron stuck his hand out and shook George’s hand tightly as he said, “Whatever you might have thought you owed me for back there on that hillside George we’re even now. Besides, you saved all our asses taking down that RPG. Let’s go meet the crew”, he said.

Just as George said, they left Joe at Lejeune for his surgery and recuperation. Doria insisted on meeting George and the crew of the C-5 to thank them personally before they left. They never did find the problem with the plane, George said, acting concerned, then smiling.

Joe was released after a few weeks in the hospital but had to take it easy at home at home for a while. The doctors assured him he would make a complete recovery, EXCEPT, he would never have kids. A piece of bullet shrapnel had injured his testicles. They had repaired them in the initial surgery and they had healed but after tests they confirmed that he was left sterile. They said it was a one in a million chance that the shrapnel could take that precise path and injure both testicles but as fate would have it, it had. Joe and Doria were devastated but at least he was alive.
Ron was back with the squad less than a month later. He didn’t have to go back so quickly but he said his family needed him. Without either of them there to take care of them he knew they’d all be killed which was very unlikely but Ron saw them as his family.

Joe knew Ron was hoping to be killed there. He knew he’d do everything he could to protect the squad even if he was killed doing it just as he did when he charged that Taliban emplacement to save him and George. Doria wanted to do something for Ron. She saw the changes in him since his family was killed, his recklessness. How do you repay someone that saved the life of the person you loved and by doing so saved your own life and happiness?

Joe talked frequently with the guys in his squad through Skype and just as he thought Ron was becoming even more reckless in protecting them. Everyone was surprised he wasn’t dead already saying his wife and son must be watching over him. They said enemy guns jammed, they tripped, keeping them from killing Ron. RPG’s exploded houses he had just vacated, he was always one step away from death, cheating it every time.

Joe felt bad knowing there was nothing he could do for his friend and brother in arms. Plus the fact he had to come to terms with not being able to have kids. He and Doria talked about adopting but he knew her heart wasn’t really in it. She had always looked forward to carrying her child, feeling him growing inside her and experiencing childbirth.

The bright side was he could still have sex and enjoy it with his wife. And they did. They were laying in each other’s arms after an especially draining evening of lovemaking when his wife asked him if he could raise another man’s child as his own. Thinking she was talking about adoption he replied, “I guess so if that’s the only way we can have kids”.

“Could you raise a black kid, well a half black kid”, she ventured?

Now he was curious as to what his beautiful wife had in her head as he asked her, “What are you thinking honey, what kind of scheme is floating around in your mind?

“Well, you know when we used to talk about becoming swingers and I asked what you’d do if somehow I became pregnant because I knew I could never kill the baby? You said you wouldn’t have a problem raising it if I wanted to keep it. You also said you wouldn’t have a problem watching me screw somebody else if it was just sex and I really wanted it. You know I’ve always wanted to carry my baby and birth it. Well, I was thinking, Ron needs a reason to want to live again, I want to carry my baby and we both think the world of him so when he gets back I think we should have a threesome and let him knock me up.”

“Whoa girl. I meant I could watch you have sex with strangers not people that know us and how will we explain you having a black baby?”

“Uh we could say they mixed the donor sperm up at the sperm bank we used to fertilize me because of our problem”, she says happily.

“You’d really fuck Ron in front of me”, he asked her, obviously concerned that she was just wanting to fuck him. He was a good looking guy and had a terrific body.

“Yeah I bet he’d be good, you know what they say about black guys and their big cocks. You getting jealous Joe, you afraid he might addict me to his big black dick, you know, once you go black you don’t go back and all that?”

Joe grabbed her and threw her down and said, “Maybe I should hope he does take my little slut wife if she’s wanting his big black dick. Maybe she doesn’t love me as much as I thought, maybe she just loves dick.”

“Hmmmm especially big black dick baby, don’t you want to see me cumming my ass off on Ron’s cock honey”, she teased him?

Joe didn’t want to admit it but it did turn him on thinking of her fucking Ron. He thought of it often but never dreamed she would consider it and now she’s saying she’d have his baby. He liked to think it was her maternal instinct that had her feeling that way but he was inclined to believe she really wanted to feel his dick in her. It had always turned her on thinking of him watching her fuck other guys and it turned him on thinking of it also. It did seem to be a rather simplistic answer to their problems except for the fact of Ron being in their lives all the time. Joe just didn’t see how it could work with them both in the same unit and both taking the same chances of being killed.

They had just about decided that it could never work when Ron dropped a bombshell on them as they Skyped with him. The Pentagon was pushing for Medal winners such as Ron to become recruiting specialists that traveled to college campuses and other places to lift the number of recruits. He had decided to do it saying he knew Shavone would have wanted him too. He would still be based at Lejeune but would travel the country speaking and recruiting and would barrack in different quarters off post. That meant he would be gone quite a lot.

Joe was ready to get back to his unit and was taking a final round of tests and diagnostic MRI’s to clear him when the doctors discovered another bone shard had lodged in his spine and actually grown to his spine. It was close enough to the spinal nerves to render him unfit for combat but not for service in another capacity. This meant he could undergo the knife and possibly be paralyzed for life, take a desk job or retire on a medical. After talking to Doria they decided he should take the desk job at 2nd Division HQ in the intelligence section. He already had a Secret clearance and needed little more to gain the necessary Top Secret approval. The new job also put him in a better slot with an immediate promotion and at least three more as soon as he gained the necessary time in grade.