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The inhabitants of Eelong are in danger of being wiped out by a mysterious plague. The way Bobby can it is to bring the antidote from another territory. Since moving items between territories is forbidden by the Traveler rules, if Bobby chooses to Eelong he could endanger himself, his s, and the future of every other being in Ha. Book Excerpt Chapter One Acolytes. That’s what this was about. It was also about saving ity from being crushed by a villainous demon d Saint Dane, but that was a little much for Mark Dimond and Courtney Chetwynde to tackle right the bat. They figured becoming acolytes was way to ease into the whole universe-saving thing. The two s sat toher on a musty old couch in a sm York City apartment. They were t to learn the mysterious ways of the acolytes. Not exly dramatic surroundings, considering they were hearing words that would change their lives forever. You are the acolytes from Second Earth , said Tom Dorney, whose apartment it was. With Press gone, I’m no longer needed. It may be an easy job compared to what the Travelers do, but I think you’ll agree it’s an important one. We do. Absolutely. Yessir, Mark and Courtney assured him. Dorney turned to look out his window and frowned. He was an old guy with short-cropped gray hair and excellent posture. He was once a soldier. Old habits die hard. Is t something you’re not telling us? Courtney asked. Dorney sighed and said, It’s just a feeling. What? she demanded. I don’t k, Dorney said, troubled. I didn’t like what I heard about Veelox. Yeah, no kidding, Courtney said. What I mean to say is, be careful. Saint Dane has finy had a victory, and t’s no telling what’s next. From this point on, I can’t that the old rules still apply. This was chilling s for Mark and Courtney on their first icial day as acolytes. Dorney’s ominous warning was very much on their minds as they left his apartment and took the train back to Stony Brook, Connecticut. Just before the train pulled into Stony Brook Station, Mark announced, I want to go to the flume. Why? Courtney asked. We’ll bring some of our clothes to t. But nobody told us they needed clothes, Courtney countered. I k. Just thinking ahead. That’s just an excuse to go t, isn’t it? Courtney asked. Mark didn’t argue. I guess I just want to see it again. To prove it’s real. I hear you, Courtney said. I do too. When they got the train, they both went and gatd up a bunch of clothes they thought a Traveler from some distant territory might need on a visit to Second Earth. That’s what acolytes did. They supported the Travelers on their mission to protect Ha. Courtney picked out a bunch of simple, functional things like jeans, T-shirts, a sweater, socks, hiking boots, and underwear. She debated about bringing one of her bras, but figured that was overkill. Mark gatd up a bunch of clothes that were toty out of style. It wasn’t like he had a choice. That’s he had. He found sweatshirts with logos that meant nothing, no- jeans, and generic sneakers. Style was not something Mark concerned himself with. He hoped the Travelers felt the same way. Mark brought one item, but hoped he wouldn’t need it. It was the sharp poker from his parents’ fireplace. It was a woefully inadequate weapon to with an attacking quig-dog, but it was he could find. Shortly after, Mark and Courtney met at the iron gates in front of the empty Sherwood house. They silently walked around to the side and climbed the tree to over the high stone w that surrounded the spooky, abandoned estate. Once over, Mark held the fireplace poker out in front of him, ready to ward a rampaging quig. Mark’s hand was shaking like warm Jell-O, so Courtney gently took the weapon from him. If either of them had a of fighting a charging quig, it would be Courtney. Luckily they didn’t run into any of the yellow-eyed beasts. They made it through the big empty mansion, down into the basement, and into the root cellar that held the ly created flume. No . They emptied their backpacks and neatly folded the clothes in a pile. Courtney looked at some of the geek clothes Mark brought, and chuckled. Oh yeah, Bobby’s gonna blend right in wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt with a red logo that says, ‘Cool Dude!' Give me a break, Mark said defensively. It’s my favorite sweatshirt. Courtney shook her head in disbelief. When they were finished, they both gazed into the dark tunnel to the territories. The flume. They stood toher, each with his/her own thoughts as to what the future might hold. I’m scared and excited at the same time, Mark said. Rey, Courtney added. I want to be part of this, but it’s scary not king what to expect. Can you imagine being a Traveler? Mark asked while stepping into the mouth of the tunnel. Well, no, Courtney answered, to be honest. Well, I’ve thought about it a lot! Mark declared. It would be awesome, stepping into a flume and announcing the next place you’d like to go. It’s pretty , Courtney agreed. Look at this thing! Mark said, scanning the flume. It’s kinda like having a jet fighter. It is? Courtney asked with a chuckle. Yeah. You k what it’s capable of, but have no idea what to do to make it go. It’s not that hard, Courtney said. If you’re a Traveler. Mark smiled, turned to face the dark tunnel, and shouted out, Eelong! He looked back to Courtney and said, Could you imagine if — Mark! Courtney shouted. Mark saw the terrified look on Courtney’s face. She was looking past him, deeper into the flume. Mark spun quickly and saw something he thought was impossible. The flume was coming to . Mark jumped out of the tunnel and ran to Courtney. The two backed away toward the far w of the root cellar, hugging each other in fear. D-Did I do that? Mark asked. Or is somebody coming? Courtney added. The light appeared from the depths of the tunnel. The musical notes were faint at first but quickly grew louder. The rocky ws began to crackle and groan. They had seen this before, but when the flume was ivated by a Traveler. , ever had a flume been ivated by a non-Traveler — until . I-I don’t rey want to go to Eelong, Mark cried. Courtney held him tighter, ready to hold him back if he got pulled in by the power of the flume. The gray ws of the tunnel melted into glorious crystal as the bright light and sound arrived at the mouth. Mark and Courtney didn’t dare put their hands in front of their eyes because they were too busy hanging on to each other. But neither felt the tug of the flume, because someone was headed their way. Through the bright light they saw a t, dark silhouette appear and step out of the tunnel. Oddly, the sparkling light didn’t go away. The jangle of music stayed too. This had happened before, at least not that Mark or Courtney k. But none of that mattered as much as the man who stood facing them. It was Saint Dane. He had arrived on Second Earth. The two had seen him before, but t was no mistaking the t demon with the long gray hair, piercing blue eyes, and dark clothes. And so it begins, Saint Dane cackled. The ws are beginning to crack. The power that once was, will no longer be. It is a whole game, with rules. Saint Dane roared out a laugh. With a sudden burst of light from deep inside the flume, his hair caught fire! His long gray mane exploded in flames, burning right down to his skull. Mark and Courtney watched in horror as the flames reflected in his demonic eyes. Saint Dane laughed the whole while, as if enjoying it. Mark and Courtney didn’t move, except to tremble. The fire burned away of Saint Dane’s hair, leaving him completely bald, with angry red streaks that looked like inflamed veins running from the back of his head to his forehead. His eyes had changed too. The steely blue color had gone nearly white. He fixed those intense eyes on the two acolytes and smiled. He tossed a dirty, cloth bag at their feet. A present for Pendragon, Saint Dane hissed. Be sure he s it, ’t you? Saint Dane took a step back into the light of the flume. What was meant to be, is no longer, he announced. With that, he began to transform. His body turned liquid as he leaned over to put his hands on the ground. At the same time his body mutated into that of a huge, jungle cat. It was the size of a lion. His coat was brown, but speckled with black spots. The big cat snarled at Mark and Courtney, and leaped into the flume. An later the light swept him up and disappeared into the depths. The music faded, the crystal ws returned to stone, and the light shrank to a pin spot. But it didn’t disappear entirely. Before Mark and Courtney could their heads back toher, the light began to grow again. The music became louder and the gray rock ws transformed back into crystal. My brain is exploding, Mark uttered. A second later the bright light flashed at the mouth of the tunnel to deposit another passenger before returning to its normal, state. Bobby! Mark and Courtney shouted. They ran to him and threw their arms around him in fear and relief. What happened? Bobby demanded, business. Mark and Courtney were both supercharged with adrenaline. It was Saint Dane! Courtney shouted. His hair burned! It was horrible! He said the rules have ch-changed, Bobby, Mark stuttered. What did he m-mean? Bobby took a step back from them. Mark and Courtney sensed his tension. What did you do? Bobby demanded. It sounded like he was scolding them. Do? Courtney said. We didn’t do anything! Mark and Courtney focused on Bobby. He was wearing rags. His feet were bare, his hair was a mess, and he had a coating of dirt over his body. He didn’t smell so hot either. What happened to you? Mark asked. It doesn’t matter, Bobby shot back. He was just as charged up as they were. Did you ivate the flume? Mark and Courtney looked to each other. Mark said, Uh, I g-guess so. I said ‘Eelong’ — No! Bobby said in anguish. What’s the matter? Courtney asked. We’re not Travelers. We can’t control the flume. Things have changed, Bobby shouted. Saint Dane’s power is growing. He’s got his first territory. It’s about changing the nature of things. So…that means we can use the flumes? Courtney asked. Don’t! Bobby demanded. It’ll just make things worse. Mark remembered something. He ran back to the door of the root cellar and picked up the bag Saint Dane had thrown at them. He said this was , Mark said, handing the bag to Bobby. Bobby took it like it was the last thing in the world he wanted. He turned the rotten bag upside down, and something fell onto the floor. Courtney screamed. Mark took a step back in shock. Bobby stood firm, staring at the floor, his jaw muscles clenching. Lying at his feet was a hand. It was large and dark skinned. As gruesome as this was, t was something else about it that made it nearly unbearable to look at. On one finger, was a Traveler ring. Gunny, Bobby whispered. It was the severed hand of the Traveler from First Earth, Vincent Gunny VanDyke. Bobby took a brave breath, picked up the hand, and jammed it into the bag. Bobby, what’s happening? Courtney asked. You’ll k when I send my journal, he said. He turned back and ran into the mouth of the flume, clutching the bag with Gunny’s hand in it. Eelong! he ced out. The flume sprang back to . Is Gunny right? Mark asked, nearly in tears. He’s alive, Bobby said. But I don’t k for how long. Tell us what to do! Courtney pleaded. Nothing, Bobby answered. Wait for my journal. And whatever you do, do not ivate the flume. That’s exly what Saint Dane wants. It’s not the way things were meant to be. With a final flash of light and jumble of notes, Bobby was swept into the flume, leaving his two s alone to begin their careers as acolytes. It wasn’t a very good beginning. Kasha smelled it before she saw it. A tang. Kasha’s ears flattened against head, and her mouth curled back in a silent snarl. She hated tangs. She had good reason: The vicious lizardlike creatures had killed her mother several years ago. Tangs threatened Kasha and the other klees’ lives whe they left the city of Leeandra or ventured the sky bridges and took to the jungle floor. Tangs were the reason klees built their cities on bridges and platforms in the enormous trees, high above the ground. She and her forage group risked a run-in with tangs every time they worked. Like . t was one nearby. She dropped down to fours and held still, her whiskers twitching. Although she usuy stood on her hind legs, Kasha preferred hunkering down low to the ground to assess a situation. And she moved much er using four paws. Tangs were t, at least seven feet — but the fruit stalks were ter. Kasha could see was the occasional flash of its bright green scaly tail tping the ground. The tang was holding still too. Kasha hoped that was because the tang hadn’t detected her presence. The green stalks didn’t camouflage her blue-black fur and dark tunic very well. But the whiff she’d gotten was the usual unpleasant tang stink, not the stench the two-legged monstrosities emitted when going after prey. Kasha intended to keep it that way. Kasha swiftly slunk through the towering stalks, taking care not to disturb them. Any rustling or movement would be certain to attr the tang’s attention. She needed to back to Boon and Durgen and warn them. T were two forage groups out , and the carts were positioned at opposite ends of the harvest area. Pale, furless gars were picking fruit between the two carts and radiating out from them. Gars were stationed with the carts as well, to receive the bags of fruit — and as first fodder for tangs if an attack took place. Kasha had ered to the northern plants to see if it would be worth including them in ’s forage. The weather had been difficult this growing season, and the fields were ripening at different . She’d refused to bring any gars with her for this part of the forage — they were too clumsy and dim-witted, and she feared they’d attr tangs with their noisy movements. Durgen had protested and suggested they wait until the next flyover to make the determination about harvesting from the air, but Kasha had insisted. The last two forages had been disappointing. She felt it was her responsibility as a forager to ensure an adequate food supply. The entire population of Leeandra depended on the foragers. she wished she hadn’t refused the escort. How many tangs were t? Was this one monstrous creature out on its own, or was it an advance scout searching for food? Food like gars and klees. She reached the outskirts of the picking area, and as far as she could tell, the tang hadn’t followed her. She might be able to the gars to pack up their sacks and move on without having to face an attack. Like the tangs, gars were two-legged creatures, but they were much smer, much weaker. Gars were also smer and less powerful than the klees; Kasha wasn’t sure if that was due to their living conditions or was just the way of their species. It didn’t matter rey. Gars were what they were. None of the gars glanced her way as they kept their heads down and their feeble minds on their work. That was good — she didn’t want to start a panic. She wanted to as much of the fruit packed as she could. Should they bring the cart closer to the gars, or the gars moving er toward the cart? In either case, she had to alert the other klees. If t was one tang, t might be more. Kasha picked up her pace but resisted the urge to break into a full-out run. Her paws padded over the rough ground as she made swift and steady progress toward the cart. She’d reached a cleared area. A stream of gars was bringing bulging sacks and loading them into the cart. Kasha’s , Boon, sat in the driver’s seat, keeping watch. Durgen, the forage group leader, was supervising the gars. The rest of the klees had gone into the fields with the gars to oversee the work. Kasha’s fur bristled. She heard a rustling behind her. Her nose twitched, picking up the tang’s scent. It was approaching. Time to run. Her paws hit the ground hard, and she k she was making more sound than she should, but she had to to the cart before the tang noticed it. She raced to the cart — and didn’t have to say a word. Which direction? Durgen asked the moment he saw her. North, Kasha panted, catching her breath. Then we go south! Boon said, taking up the reins as Kasha leaped up onto the cart. The two zenzens pulling the cart ped munching on dry grasses and ted their large orange heads. Yah! Boon shouted, flicking the reins. The zenzens responded with a quick trot, the joints in their legs helping them pick up speed quickly. As as the nearby gars saw the cart move, they dropped their sacks and raced after it. They k too well what this kind of sudden movement meant. Hang on! Boon exclaimed. He yanked the reins hard, forcing the zenzens into a sharp turn. Kasha slid across the cart while Durgen lunged for the bags of fruit, keeping them from fing out. Kasha’s bones jarred as the cart landed with a jerk, then lurched forward. Sorry! Boon ced. He flicked the reins again and urged the zenzens to pick up their pace. Kasha leaped up to stand, planting her feet wide to keep her balance, her keen eyes searching. The tang! It spotted us! The horrible creature burst out of the stalks. It stood at the edge of the cleared area, its angry red eyes flashing in its reptilian head, and its long green hair tangled into the quivering stalks. Its green tongue flicked out as it hissed, revealing its multiple rows of teeth. Terrified gars scattered in directions, despe to escape. Go! Go! Go! Kasha cried. I’m going! Boon shouted back. The tang’s head whipped back and forth. Kasha k it was trying to decide who to take down. The gars were confusing it by running in so many directions. Of course, Kasha thought, none of them has any idea if t are more tangs out t. They might be safe for a moment. We’re crushing the fields! Kasha growled in frustration. She hated seeing those dropped sacks and trampled stalks. We’re staying alive, Durgen snapped. The tang made its decision. Kasha turned away as it leaped onto a nearby gar. The gar’s agonized howl of pain made the zenzens pick up their pace. The cart rattled and shook, mowing down more stalks as it hurtled across the field. How are we doing? Boon ced back. Kasha turned to look again. The tang has a gar to keep it busy. That should give us enough time to away. But we lost so much harvest! Kasha suddenly had an idea. She leaped from the moving cart, landing on fours. What are you doing? Durgen shouted at her. back ! Kasha ignored him. She let out a roar to the fleeing gars. Pick up those sacks ! We are not waiting ! Durgen was standing in the cart, shouting after her. We’ll catch up! Kasha shouted back. She reached down and grabbed a sack and shoved it into a nearby gar’s chest. Startled, he took it from her. Pick them up! And run! The gars did what they were told, as always. The tang was feeding and wouldn’t until it had finished. That bought them a little time. Despite what Durgen had said, the cart slowed down. The gars ran to it and hurled in their sacks, then continued running. Kasha brought up the rear and threw in a sack herself before clambering back up. That was a very foolish thing to do, Durgen scolded. Kasha smirked. But you’re glad I did it. We d a good portion of that forage. You take too many s, Durgen said. It was a calculated risk. For the good of Leeandra. What do I do? Boon asked, slowing the zenzen to a wary walk. Do we and continue to harvest, or do we warn Flor’s group? That tang back t may still follow us, Kasha said. We should probably — She ped speaking when she saw a horde of frantic gars running toward them. From the opposite direction. Trouble, Boon growled. If they’re running this way that must mean… Durgen nodded grimly. Tangs. On the other side of the fields. So we have at least one tang behind us, Boon said, and more in front of us. Kasha hissed in fury. They’re not smart enough to have trapped us. It’s a fluke that we’re being boxed in. Flor’s group is in trouble, Durgen said. So are we! Boon cried. The group of gars joined the others and swarmed the cart, trying to climb in, spooking the zenzens. One of the animals reared, pulling the cart up with it. The sudden movement knocked Kasha balance. She slammed into the side of the cart, the wind knocked out of her. Durgen unsheathed his claws and slashed the pale, furless hands reaching into the cart. Stay back! he shouted. to the main road! Go! away! Boon cried. away from the zenzens! You’ll be crushed! Kasha pulled herself upright. Some of the gars listened to the orders and raced away. Others were either too frightened or too stupid to pay attention. They kept trying to into the cart, but it was moving too quickly. We have to to Flor, Kasha said. Those klees will need our help! Up ahead! Boon shouted. Kasha saw a red-and-brown-striped klee standing in a cart. Flor. He was fending two tangs. Two dead klees and five dead gars lay on the ground. Boon pulled the cart to a . How close should we ? Two against one is no match, Kasha said. Not with tangs. Durgen pulled a flying disc from his pouch and grabbed a spear that hung on the side of the cart. He stood and aimed. I can’t a shot from without hitting Flor, he said, his fur bristling in frustration. The terrible odor of hungry tangs filled the air. Gars were scattering, running everyw. The chaos gave Kasha an idea. We have to attr the tangs’ attention, Kasha said. Divert them. At least one of them. Improve the odds. But how? closer! Kasha instructed Boon. Do it, Durgen agreed. Yah! Boon got the zenzens moving again. Kasha clambered onto the driver’s seat with Boon. She hunkered down on her haunches, preparing. With a burst of energy, she pushed with her powerful back legs and leaped onto the back of one of the goping zenzens. It let out a startled whinny and bucked, but she hung on. She crawled forward so she could sit up on its back in a proper riding position, clinging to the zenzen’s heaving flanks with her legs. Go left! she cried. Boon yanked the reins and the zenzen responded. Kasha twisted around to face the cart. Throw me a spear! Durgen stood and flung her a weapon. Kasha caught it neatly and faced forward again. She flipped the spear around and used the handle to prod a nearby gar. Go! she shouted at it. Straight! She began herding the gars closer to the tang. Despite their terror of the tangs, the thundering hooves and the snarling klee baring her teeth and claws made them obey. Hey! Kasha shouted at the tangs. Over ! Dinner! The tangs turned to look, just as Kasha had hoped. Gars! she shouted. Run away as as you can! She swiped the air with the spear, sending half the group she’d corred in one direction, and the other half the opposite way. One of the tangs took after a group of gars. It pounced on a stumbling gar, knocking it to the ground. It opened its drooling mouth wide, its second set of fangs glistening, and went to work on the gar. The other tang paused for a moment, and its indecision gave Flor the opening he needed. He grabbed a spear and sent it deep into the tang’s flesh. Kasha hurtled her flying disc at the tang. It sliced neatly into the back of its neck. The tang jerked up and let out a howl. As it flung its head back to screech, Kasha flung another disc at it, this time slicing right into its throat. Boon slowed the zenzens to a . Kasha brought her breathing back to normal as she dismounted. Any more? Durgen ced to Flor. Flor shook his head, too winded to speak. ? Boon asked. I think we’re safe from . Durgen ordered the remaining gars to pick up the sacks and load the carts. They avoided looking at the dead as they went about their work. Thanks, Flor ced to Kasha. You would do the same for me, she replied. Kasha sat on the edge of the cart as it rumbled out of the field, heading back to Leeandra. Exhausted gars trundled alongside the cart, blood- and mud-spattered. You did well, Durgen said to Kasha. He wasn’t one to give compliments, so Kasha k she had particularly impressed him. You d Flor and much of the harvest. She shrugged. If we don’t forage well, everyone suffers. Even the gars. Your dedication is something to be proud of, Durgen said. You set a good example. Particularly for one so young. You are your father’s daughter. Kasha took in a deep breath and let it out again. More than anything, that last compliment was the one that pleased her. Still, she kept her eyes firmly focused forward as they lumbered along the path to the main road through the dense jungle. She didn’t want to see the casualties. She k it was the way of things — tangs attacked and klees had to use weapons at hand to protect themselves and the harvest, even if that meant losing gars. Most of them got away, she reminded herself. The losses would have been greater if she hadn’t been so quick to . Much worse for everyone. [logo2 IIG]( Audie Leon Murphy (20 June 1925 – 28 May 1971) was an American soldier, actor, and songwriter. He was one of the most decorated American combat soldiers of World War II. He received every military combat award for valor available from the United States Army, as well as French and Belgian awards for heroism. Murphy received the Medal of Honor for valor that he demonstrated at the age of 19 for single-handedly holding off a company of German soldiers for an hour at the Colmar Pocket in France in January 1945, before leading a successful counterattack while wounded and out of ammunition. Murphy was born into a large family of sharecroppers in Hunt County, Texas. After his father abandoned them, his mother died when he was a teenager. Murphy left school in fifth grade to pick cotton and find other work to help support his family; his skill with a hunting rifle helped feed his family. After the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Murphy's older sister helped him to falsify documentation about his birthdate in order to meet the minimum age requirement for enlisting in the military. Turned down initially for being underweight by the Army, Navy and the Marine Corps, he eventually was able to enlist in the Army. He first saw action in the 1943 Allied invasion of Sicily; then in 1944 he participated in the Battle of Anzio, the liberation of Rome, and the invasion of southern France. Murphy fought at Montélimar and led his men on a successful assault at L'Omet quarry near Cleurie in north-eastern France in October. After the war, Murphy embarked on a 21-year acting career. He played himself in the 1955 autobiographical film To Hell and Back, based on his 1949 memoirs of the same name, but most of his roles were in westerns. He made guest appearances on celebrity television shows and starred in the series Whispering Smith. Murphy was a fairly accomplished songwriter. He bred quarter horses in California and Arizona, and became a regular participant in horse racing. Because Murphy had what would today be described as post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), he slept with a loaded handgun under his pillow. He looked for solace in addictive sleeping pills. In his last few years, he was plagued by money problems but refused offers to appear in alcohol and cigarette commercials because he did not want to set a bad example. Murphy died in a plane crash in Virginia in 1971, shortly before his 46th birthday. He was interred with military honors at Arlington National Cemetery, where his grave is one of the most visited. Early life Murphy was born on 20 June 1925, in Kingston, a small rural community in Hunt County in northeastern Texas.[ALM 1] He was the seventh of twelve children born to Emmett Berry Murphy (1887–1976) and his wife Josie Bell Murphy (née Killian; 1891–1941). The Murphys were sharecroppers, of English, Irish, Scots-Irish, Scottish, and German descent.[7][8][9] As a child, Murphy was a loner with mood swings and an explosive temper.[10] He grew up in northeastern Texas around the towns of Farmersville, Greenville, and Celeste, where he attended elementary school.[11] His father drifted in and out of the family's life and eventually deserted them. Murphy dropped out of school in fifth grade and got a job picking cotton for a dollar a day (equivalent to $20 in 2021) to help support his family; he also became skilled with a rifle, hunting small game to help feed them. After his mother died of endocarditis and pneumonia[12] in 1941, he worked at a radio repair shop and at a combination general store, garage and gas station in Greenville.[13] Hunt County authorities placed his three youngest siblings in Boles Children's Home,[14] a Christian orphanage in Quinlan. After the war, he bought a house in Farmersville for his eldest sister Corinne and her husband, Poland Burns. His other siblings briefly shared the home.[15] The loss of his mother stayed with Murphy throughout his life. He later stated: She died when I was sixteen. She had the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. It reached almost to the floor. She rarely talked; and always seemed to be searching for something. What it was I don't know. We didn't discuss our feelings. But when she passed away, she took something of me with her. It seems I've been searching for it ever since.[16] World War II service Main article: Military career of Audie Murphy Murphy had always wanted to be a soldier. After the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in December 1941, he tried to enlist,[13] but the Army, Navy and Marine Corps all turned him down for being underweight and underage. After his sister provided an affidavit that falsified his birth date by a year, he was accepted by the U.S. Army on 30 June 1942.[ALM 1][ALM 3] After basic training at Camp Wolters,[21] he was sent to Fort Meade for advanced infantry training.[22] During basic training, he earned the Marksman Badge with Rifle Component Bar and Expert Badge with Bayonet Component Bar.[23] Mediterranean Theater Allied landing in Sicily, Licata Sector Joss Beach Mollarella Poliscia, Marker erected 10 July 2011 Murphy was shipped to Casablanca in French Morocco on 20 February 1943. He was assigned to Company B, 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division, which trained under the command of Major General Lucian Truscott.[24][25] After the 13 May surrender of the Axis forces in French Tunisia,[26] the division was put in charge of the prisoners.[27] He participated as a platoon messenger with his division at Arzew in Algeria in rigorous training for the Allied assault landings in Sicily.[28] Murphy was promoted to private first class on 7 May and corporal on 15 July.[29][30] When the 3rd Infantry landed at Licata, Sicily, on 10 July, Murphy was a division runner.[31][32] On a scouting patrol, he killed two fleeing Italian officers near Canicattì.[33] Sidelined with illness for a week when Company B arrived in Palermo on 20 July,[34] he rejoined them when they were assigned to a hillside location protecting a machine-gun emplacement, while the rest of the 3rd Infantry Division fought at San Fratello en route to the Allied capture of the transit port of Messina.[35] Murphy participated in the September 1943 mainland Salerno landing at Battipaglia.[36] While on a scouting party along the Volturno River, he and two other soldiers were ambushed; German machine gun fire killed one soldier. Murphy and the other survivor responded by killing five Germans with hand grenades and machine gun fire.[37] While taking part in the October Allied assault on the Volturno Line,[36][38] near Mignano Monte Lungo Hill 193, he and his company repelled an attack by seven German soldiers, killing three and taking four prisoner.[39] Murphy was promoted to sergeant on 13 December.[40] In January 1944, Murphy was promoted to staff sergeant.[40] He was hospitalized in Naples with malaria on 21 January and was unable to participate in the initial landing at the Anzio beachhead.[41] He returned on 29 January and participated in the First Battle of Cisterna,[42][43] and was made a platoon sergeant in Company B following the battle.[44] He returned with the 3rd Division to Anzio, where they remained four months.[45] Taking shelter from the weather in an abandoned farmhouse on 2 March, Murphy and his platoon killed the crew of a passing German tank.[46] He then crawled out alone close enough to destroy the tank with rifle grenades, for which he received the Bronze Star with "V" device.[47][48] Murphy continued to make scouting patrols to take German prisoners before being hospitalized for a week on 13 March with a second bout of malaria. Sixty-one infantry officers and enlisted men of Company B, 15th Infantry, including Murphy, were awarded the Combat Infantryman Badge on 8 May.[49] Murphy was awarded a Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster for his Bronze Star.[50][51] American forces liberated Rome on 4 June, and Murphy remained bivouacked in Rome with his platoon throughout July.[52] European Theater During the first wave of the Allied invasion of southern France, Murphy received the Distinguished Service Cross[53][54] for action taken on 15 August 1944.[55] After landing on Yellow Beach near Ramatuelle,[56] Murphy's platoon was making its way through a vineyard when the men were attacked by German soldiers. He retrieved a machine gun that had been detached from the squad and returned fire at the German soldiers, killing two and wounding one.[56] Two Germans exited a house about 100 yards (91 m) away and appeared to surrender; when Murphy's best friend responded, they shot and killed him. Murphy advanced alone on the house under direct fire. He killed six, wounded two and took 11 prisoner.[56] Murphy was with the 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry Regiment during the 27–28 August offensive at Montélimar that secured the area from the Germans.[55][57] Along with the other soldiers who took part in the action, he received the Presidential Unit Citation.[58] Murphy's first Purple Heart was for a heel wound received in a mortar shell blast on 15 September 1944 in northeastern France.[59][60][61] His first Silver Star came after he killed four and wounded three at a German machine gun position on 2 October at L'Omet quarry in the Cleurie valley.[53] Three days later, Murphy crawled alone towards the Germans at L'Omet, carrying an SCR-536 radio and directing his men for an hour while the Germans fired directly at him. When his men finally took the hill, 15 Germans had been killed and 35 wounded. Murphy's actions earned him a Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster for his Silver Star.[62] He was awarded a battlefield commission to second lieutenant on 14 October, which elevated him to platoon leader.[63] While en route to Brouvelieures on 26 October, the 3rd Platoon of Company B was attacked by a German sniper group. Murphy captured two before being shot in the hip by a sniper; he returned fire and shot the sniper between the eyes. At the 3rd General Hospital at Aix-en-Provence,[64] the removal of gangrene from the wound caused partial loss of his hip muscle and kept him out of combat until January.[53] Murphy received his first Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster for his Purple Heart for this injury.[65][66] The Colmar Pocket, 850 square miles (2,200 km2) in the Vosges Mountains, had been held by German troops since November 1944.[67] On 14 January 1945, Murphy rejoined his platoon, which had been moved to the Colmar area in December.[68] He moved with the 3rd Division on 24 January to the town of Holtzwihr, where they faced a strong German counterattack.[69] He was wounded in both legs, for which he received a second Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster for his Purple Heart.[70] As the company awaited reinforcements on 26 January, he was made commander of Company B.[71] The Germans scored a direct hit on an M10 tank destroyer, setting it alight, forcing the crew to abandon it.[72] Murphy ordered his men to retreat to positions in the woods, remaining alone at his post, shooting his M1 carbine and directing artillery fire via his field radio while the Germans aimed fire directly at his position.[73] Murphy mounted the abandoned, burning tank destroyer and began firing its .50 caliber machine gun at the advancing Germans, killing a squad crawling through a ditch towards him.[74] For an hour, Murphy stood on the flaming tank destroyer returning German fire from foot soldiers and advancing tanks, killing or wounding 50 Germans. He sustained a leg wound during his stand, and stopped only after he ran out of ammunition. Murphy rejoined his men, disregarding his own injury, and led them back to repel the Germans. He insisted on remaining with his men while his wounds were treated.[72] For his actions that day, he was awarded the Medal of Honor.[75] The 3rd Infantry Division was awarded the Presidential Unit Citation for its actions at the Colmar Pocket, giving Murphy a Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster for the emblem.[76] On 16 February, Murphy was promoted to first lieutenant[77] and was awarded the Legion of Merit for his service from 22 January 1944 to 18 February 1945.[78] He was moved from the front lines to Regimental Headquarters and made a liaison officer.[79] Decorations Main article: Audie Murphy honors and awards Army version of the Medal of Honor The United States additionally honored Murphy's war contributions with the American Campaign Medal,[80] the European–African–Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with arrowhead device and 9 campaign stars, the World War II Victory Medal,[80] and the Army of Occupation Medal with Germany Clasp.[48][80] France recognized his service with the French Legion of Honor – Grade of Chevalier,[81] the French Croix de guerre with Silver Star,[82] the French Croix de guerre with Palm,[83] the French Liberation Medal[48][80] and the French Fourragère in Colors of the Croix de guerre,[48] which was authorized for all members of the 3rd Infantry Division who fought in France during World War II. Belgium awarded Murphy the Belgian Croix de guerre with 1940 Palm.[83] Brigadier General Ralph B. Lovett and Lieutenant Colonel Hallet D. Edson recommended Murphy for the Medal of Honor.[84][85] Near Salzburg, Austria on 2 June 1945,[86] Lieutenant General A.M. Patch[15] presented Murphy with the Medal of Honor and Legion of Merit for his actions at Holtzwihr. When asked after the war why he had seized the machine gun and taken on an entire company of German infantry, he replied, "They were killing my friends."[87] Murphy received every U.S. military combat award for valor available from the U.S. Army for his World War II service.[ALM 4] Postwar military service Inquiries were made through official channels about the prospect of Murphy attending West Point upon his return to the United States, but he never enrolled.[6][90] According to author Don Graham, Murphy suggested the idea and then dropped it, possibly when he realized the extent of academic preparation needed to pass the entrance exam.[91] Murphy was one of several military personnel who received orders on 8 June 1945 to report to Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas, for temporary duty and reassignment.[6][90] Upon arrival on 13 June, he was one of four assigned to Fort Sam Houston Army Ground & Services Redistribution Station and sent home for 30 days of recuperation, with permission to travel anywhere within the United States during that period.[6] While on leave, Murphy was feted with parades, banquets, and speeches.[92] He received a belated Good Conduct Medal on 21 August.[93] He was discharged with the rank of first lieutenant at a 50 percent disability classification on 21 September and transferred to the Officers' Reserve Corps.[ALM 5] Post-traumatic stress Audie L. Murphy Memorial VA Hospital in San Antonio, Texas Since his military service, Murphy had been plagued with insomnia and bouts of depression, and he slept with a loaded pistol under his pillow.[95][96] A post-service medical examination on 17 June 1947 revealed symptoms of headaches, vomiting, and nightmares about the war. His medical records indicated that he took sleeping pills to help prevent nightmares.[97] During the mid-1960s, he recognized his dependence on the sedative Placidyl, and locked himself alone in a hotel room for a week to successfully break the addiction.[15] Post-traumatic stress levels exacerbated his innate moodiness,[10] and surfaced in episodes that friends and professional colleagues found alarming.[98] His first wife, Dixie Wanda Hendrix, claimed he once held her at gunpoint.[99] She witnessed her husband being guilt-ridden and tearful over newsreel footage of German war orphans.[100] Murphy briefly found a creative stress outlet in writing poetry after his Army discharge. His poem "The Crosses Grow on Anzio" appeared in his book To Hell and Back,[101] but was attributed to the fictitious character Kerrigan.[102] To draw attention to the problems of returning Korean War and Vietnam War veterans, Murphy spoke out candidly about his own problems with posttraumatic stress disorder.[103] It was known during Murphy's lifetime as "battle fatigue" and "shell shock", terminology that dated back to World War I. He called on the government to give increased consideration and study to the emotional impact of combat experiences, and to extend health care benefits to war veterans.[104][105] As a result of legislation introduced by U.S. Congressman Olin Teague five months after Murphy's death in 1971, the Audie L. Murphy Memorial VA Hospital[106] in San Antonio, now a part of the South Texas Veterans Health Care System, was dedicated in 1973.[107][108] Texas Army National Guard See also: Military career of Audie Murphy At the end of World War II, the 36th Infantry Division reverted to state control as part of the Texas Army National Guard,[109] and Murphy's friends, Major General H. Miller Ainsworth and Brigadier General Carl L. Phinney, were the 36th's commander and deputy commander respectively. After the 25 June 1950 commencement of the Korean War, Murphy began a second military career and was commissioned as a captain in the 36th Infantry Division of the Texas Army National Guard.[110][111] He drilled new recruits in the summer training camps, and granted the Guard permission to use his name and image in recruiting materials.[112] Although he wanted to join the fighting and juggled training activities with his film career, the 36th Infantry Division was never sent to Korea.[113][114] At his request, he transferred to inactive status on 1 October 1951 because of his film commitments with MGM Studios, and returned to active status in 1955. Murphy was promoted to the rank of major by the Texas Army National Guard in 1956 and returned to inactive status in 1957.[115] In 1969, his official separation from the Guard transferred him to the United States Army Reserve.[116] He remained with the USAR until his transfer to the Retired Reserve later in 1969.[117] Film career Murphy in The Red Badge of Courage (1951) Main article: Film career of Audie Murphy During an acting career spanning from 1948 to 1969, Murphy made more than 40 feature films and one television series.[ALM 6] When actor and producer James Cagney saw the 16 July 1945 issue of Life magazine depicting Murphy as the "most decorated soldier",[89] he brought him to Hollywood. Cagney and his brother William signed him as a contract player for their production company and gave him training in acting, voice and dance. They never cast Murphy in a movie and a personal disagreement ended the association in 1947.[119] Murphy later worked with acting coach Estelle Harman, and honed his diction by reciting dialogue from William Shakespeare and William Saroyan.[120] Murphy moved into Terry Hunt's Athletic Club in Hollywood where he lived until 1948.[121][122] Hollywood writer David "Spec" McClure befriended Murphy, collaborating with him on Murphy's 1949 book To Hell and Back.[123] McClure used his connections to get a $500 (equivalent to $6,000 in 2021) bit part in Texas, Brooklyn & Heaven (1948) for Murphy.[124] The agent of Wanda Hendrix, whom Murphy had been dating since 1946,[125] got him a bit part in the Alan Ladd film Beyond Glory directed by John Farrow earlier that same year.[126] His 1949 film Bad Boy gave him his first leading role.[127] The film's financial backers refused to bankroll the project unless Murphy was given the lead;[128] thus, Allied Artists put aside their reservations about using an inexperienced actor and gave him the starring role.[129] Murphy in The Red Badge of Courage Universal Studios signed Murphy to a seven-year studio contract at $2,500 a week (equivalent to $28,200 in 2021).[130][131] His first film for them was as Billy the Kid in The Kid from Texas in 1950. He wrapped up that year making Sierra starring Wanda Hendrix, who by that time had become his wife,[132] and Kansas Raiders as outlaw Jesse James. Universal lent him to MGM in 1951 at a salary of $25,000[133] to play the lead of The Youth[ALM 7] in The Red Badge of Courage, directed by John Huston.[135] Murphy and Huston worked together again in the 1960 film The Unforgiven.[136] The only film Murphy made in 1952 was The Duel at Silver Creek with director Don Siegel. Murphy worked with Siegel one more time in 1958 for The Gun Runners. In 1953, he starred in Frederick de Cordova's Column South,[137] and played Jim Harvey in Nathan Juran's Tumbleweed, an adaptation of the Kenneth Perkins novel Three Were Renegades.[138][139] Director Nathan Juran also directed Gunsmoke and Drums Across the River.[140] George Marshall directed Murphy in the 1954 Destry, a remake of Destry Rides Again, based on a character created by author Max Brand.[141] Although Murphy was initially reluctant to appear as himself in To Hell and Back, the 1955 adaptation of his book directed by Jesse Hibbs, he eventually agreed;[142] it became the biggest hit in the history of Universal Studios at the time.[143][144] To help publicize the release of the film, he made guest appearances on television shows such as What's My Line?,[ALM 8] Toast of the Town,[145] and Colgate Comedy Hour.[ALM 9] The Hibbs-Murphy team proved so successful in To Hell and Back[146] that the two worked together on five subsequent films. The partnership resulted in Murphy appearing as John Phillip Clum in the 1956 western Walk the Proud Land,[147] and the non-westerns Joe Butterfly[148] and World in My Corner. They worked together for the last time in the 1958 western Ride a Crooked Trail.[149] Joseph L. Mankiewicz hired Murphy to play the titular role[ALM 10] in the 1958 film The Quiet American.[151] Murphy formed a partnership with Harry Joe Brown to make three films, starting with The Guns of Fort Petticoat (1957). The partnership fell into disagreement over the remaining two projects, and Brown filed suit against Murphy.[152] In 1957 Murphy was cast as The Utica Kid along with James Stewart and Dan Duryea in the western Night Passage.[153] Murphy was featured in three westerns in 1959: he starred opposite Sandra Dee in The Wild and the Innocent,[154] collaborated as an uncredited co-producer with Walter Mirisch on the black and white Cast a Long Shadow, and performed as a hired killer in No Name on the Bullet, a film that was well received by critics.[155] Thelma Ritter was his costar in the 1960 Startime television episode "The Man".[156] During the early 1960s, Murphy donated his time and otherwise lent his name and image for three episodes of The Big Picture television series produced by the United States Army. He received the 1960 Outstanding Civilian Service Medal for his cooperation in the episode Broken Bridge, which featured his visits to military installations in Germany, Italy, Turkey and the U.S. state of New Mexico to showcase the military's latest weaponry.[157][158] Writer Clair Huffaker wrote the 1961 screenplays for Murphy's films Seven Ways from Sundown and Posse from Hell.[159] Willard W. Willingham and his wife Mary Willingham befriended Murphy in his early days in Hollywood and worked with him on a number of projects.[160][161][162] Willard was a producer on Murphy's 1961 television series Whispering Smith,[163] and co-wrote the screenplay for Battle at Bloody Beach that year.[164] He collaborated on Bullet for a Badman[165] in 1964 and Arizona Raiders in 1965.[166] The Willinghams as a team wrote the screenplay for Gunpoint[167] as well as the script for Murphy's last starring lead in the western 40 Guns to Apache Pass in 1967.[168] Murphy made Trunk to Cairo in Israel in 1966.[169] He first met director Budd Boetticher when Murphy requested to be his boxing partner at Terry Hunt's Athletic Club.[170] He subsequently appeared in the 1951 title role of Boetticher's first western The Cimarron Kid.[171] Boetticher wrote the script in 1969 for Murphy's last film, A Time for Dying.[172] Two other projects that Murphy and Boetticher planned to collaborate on – A Horse for Mr Barnum and When There's Sumpthin' to Do – never came to fruition.[173] Personal life Murphy in 1961 Murphy married actress Wanda Hendrix in 1949.[174] Their divorce became final two years later in 1951.[175] Four days later, he married former airline stewardess Pamela Opal Lee Archer (7 October 1919/1920/1923 – 8 April 2010), with whom[176] he had two sons: Terry Michael (born 14 March 1952),[177][178] and James Shannon (born 1954).[179] Murphy bred quarter horses at the Audie Murphy Ranch in what is now Menifee, California, and the Murphy Ranch in Pima County, Arizona.[ALM 11] His horses raced at the Del Mar Racetrack, and he invested large sums of money in the hobby.[182] Murphy's gambling left his finances in a poor state. In 1968, he stated that he lost $260,000 in an Algerian oil deal and was dealing with the Internal Revenue Service over unpaid taxes.[183] In spite of his financial difficulties, Murphy refused to appear in commercials for alcohol and cigarettes, mindful of the influence he would have on the youth market.[184] In May 1970, he was arrested in Burbank, California, charged with battery and assault with intent to commit murder in a dispute with a dog trainer. He was accused of firing a shot at the man, which he denied.[185][186] Murphy was cleared of the charges.[187] Death and commemorations Main article: 1971 Colorado Aviation Aero Commander 680 crash Murphy's headstone at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington County, Virginia On 28 May 1971, Murphy was killed when the private plane in which he was a passenger crashed into the side of a mountain 14 nautical miles northwest of Roanoke, Virginia,[188] in conditions of rain, clouds, fog and zero visibility.[ALM 2][191] The pilot and four other passengers were also killed.[190] The aircraft was a twin-engine Aero Commander 680 flown by a pilot who had a private-pilot license and a reported 8,000 hours of flying time, but who held no instrument rating. The aircraft was recovered on 31 May.[192] After her husband's death, Pamela Murphy moved into a small apartment and got a clerk position at the Sepulveda Veterans Administration Hospital in Los Angeles, where she remained employed for 35 years.[193] Monument at the site of the Virginia plane crash in which Audie Murphy was killed On 7 June 1971, Murphy was buried with military honors at Arlington National Cemetery.[194] In attendance were Ambassador to the U.N. George H. W. Bush, Army Chief of Staff William Westmoreland, and many of the 3rd Infantry Division.[195] Murphy's gravesite is in Section 46, headstone number 46-366-11, located across Memorial Drive from the Amphitheater. A special flagstone walkway was later constructed to accommodate the large number of people who visit to pay their respects. It is the cemetery's second most-visited gravesite, after that of President John F. Kennedy.[196] The headstones of Medal of Honor recipients buried at Arlington National Cemetery are normally decorated in gold leaf. Murphy previously requested that his stone remain plain and inconspicuous, like that of an ordinary soldier.[197] The headstone contains the birth year 1924, based upon purportedly falsified materials among his military records.[198] In 1974, a large granite marker was erected just off the Appalachian Trail at 37.364554°N 80.225748°W at 3,100' elevation, near the crash site.[199] In 1975, a court awarded Murphy's widow, Pamela, and their two children $2.5 million in damages because of the accident.[189] Civilian honors were bestowed on Murphy during his lifetime and posthumously, including a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.[200] In 2013, Murphy was honored by his home state with the Texas Legislative Medal of Honor.[ALM 12] Songwriting Main article: List of songs written by Audie Murphy David McClure, his collaborator on the book To Hell and Back, discovered Murphy's talent for poetry during their work on the memoir when he found discarded verses in Murphy's Hollywood apartment. One of those poems, "The Crosses Grow on Anzio", appears in To Hell and Back attributed to a soldier named Kerrigan. Only two others survived, "Alone and Far Removed" and "Freedom Flies in Your Heart Like an Eagle". The latter was part of a speech Murphy had written at a 1968 dedication of the Alabama War Memorial in Montgomery, and later set to music by Scott Turner under the title "Dusty Old Helmet".[205] Murphy was a fan of country music, in particular Bob Wills and Chet Atkins, but was not a singer or musician himself.[206] Through his friend Guy Mitchell, Murphy was introduced to songwriter Scott Turner in 1961.[207][208] The two collaborated on numerous songs between 1962 and 1970, the most successful of which was "Shutters and Boards" and "When the Wind Blows in Chicago".[209] Notes Footnotes Murphy's son Terry is the President of the Audie Murphy Research Foundation, which in both its biographical sketch and Murphy Family Tree list his year of birth as 1925.[3] Murphy's date of birth has been given as both 1924 and 1925 by Murphy himself. He seemed to go back and forth on the dates for the rest of his life. His sister, Mrs. Corinne Burns, as his nearest living kin, had signed a notarized document attesting to the birth date of 20 June 1924 that Murphy put on his enlistment application, falsifying his year of birth so he could meet the U.S. Army age qualification for enlistment. Subsequently, all military records show the purportedly falsified date as his birth date.[4] His California driver's license showed a birth date of 1925.[5][6] Sources differ on the location of the plane crash. The National Transportation Safety Board press release identifies the crash site as Brushy Mountain,[188] as does the wrongful death lawsuit filed by Murphy's widow and sons.[189] Other sources state that the crash site was on Brush Mountain, which is where the Veterans of Foreign Wars memorial to Murphy has been established.[190][191] Conflicting information exists as to Murphy's date and place of enlistment. The Audie L. Murphy Memorial website has scanned documents from the U.S. National Archives and Records Administration that include Corinne Burns' statement and Murphy's "Induction Record", which shows him "Enlisted at Dallas, Texas" on 30 June 1942, and the line above it says "Accepted for service at Greenville, Texas". The National Register of Historic Places Listing added the Greenville post office as historic site number 74002081 in 1974, citing it as Murphy's place of enlistment, possibly referring to the act the military termed "Accepted for service". The NRHP also shows his enlistment date as 20 June 1942 which might be the date he was accepted for service.[15][17][18][19][20] Murphy's war service was combat-related. Therefore, he did not receive the non-combat Soldier's Medal. Act of Congress (Public Law 446–69th Congress, 2 July 1926 (44 Stat. 780) established the Soldier's Medal for heroism "as defined in 10 USC 101(d), at the time of the heroic act who distinguished himself or herself by heroism not involving actual combat with the enemy.")[88] At the end of his World War II service, Murphy became known as America's most decorated soldier.[89] The Officers' Reserve Corps was originally one of several units of the United States Organized Reserve that also included the Enlisted Reserve Corps, Reserve Officers' Training Corps and the Civilian Conservation Corps. The Organized Reserve was restructured during the Korean War and renamed the United States Army Reserve. The new structure was divided into the Ready Reserve, Standby Reserve and Retired Reserve.[90][94] The exact count on the number of feature films Murphy made varies by source. The Hollywood Walk of Fame and other sources put his total number of feature films at 44.[118] Henry Fleming is the Youth in Stephen Crane's novel. In the 1951 film, Fleming is played by Murphy as the unnamed character "The Youth". However, Fleming is addressed by name when other characters are speaking to him.[134] YouTube has several uploaded versions of the 5-minute What's My Line segment that features Murphy as the mystery guest. Listed as Episode dated 3 July 1955 at IMDb 56-minute uploaded on YouTube as Audie Murphy Attends Beverly Hilton Grand Opening 1955. He appears at 28:48 and briefly talks with Hedda Hopper about how he once gave his medals away but had them replaced by the U.S. Army. Alden Pyle is the American in Graham Greene's novel. In the 1958 film, Pyle is played by Murphy as the unnamed character "The American".[150] The Audie L. Murphy Memorial Website has user-generated information on an Arizona quarter horse ranch Murphy purchased in 1956 and sold to Guy Mitchell in 1958.[180] While not stating that the use of Murphy's name and image were authorized by his estate, the website of the Menifee residential development Audie Murphy Ranch claims it is the location of the ranch Murphy owned in California.[181] Menifee was incorporated in 2008 and borders the community of Perris. The actual award was presented by Governor Rick Perry to Murphy's family on 29 October 2013 at a ceremony in Farmersville, Texas.[201][202][203][204] InvestorInsightsGroup.com brought to you by Inception Media, LLC. Inception Media, LLC appreciates your comments and inquiries. Plеase keep in mind, that IM are not permitted to provide individualized fіnancial advise. This email is not fіnancial advіce and any invеstment dеcision you make is solely your responsibility. 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