No Hero, a Veterans Day Reflection

I’m a veteran, but I’m no hero. No one’s making a movie about my service. Few will ever write about the sorts of things I did, and those who do won’t likely find themselves on anyone’s best sellers list. In the war, I was shot at a few times and repeatedly ran toward those who were seriously injured in the line of fire, but I wasn’t even weapons trained! I spent my career with nothing other than my faith, my Bible, and my calling to share the peace and love of God with those questioning the “how” and the “why” they wound up where they were.

I played a very niche role; a career field consisting of less than 0.002% of the overall military population. I was a military chaplain. I loved what I did. The Air Force afforded me incredible opportunities few pastors can even conceive. I supported people few pastors would have contact with, preached in places which few pastors would have access to, and held the hands and prayed over people who suffered in ways few pastors will ever have to witness. I wrestled with the decision to hang up my uniform and stow my boots, but God made it abundantly clear my time was up and my service was complete.

I cherish the memories. I’m grateful for the men and women I met at each duty assignment around the world. I know my service made a difference. At the very least, that which I experienced and witnessed first hand played an undeniable role in shaping the pastor, chaplain, leader, and man I am today.

Today is Veterans Day. A day we thank and honor those who did things few will ever know about on behalf of our nation and the missions to which they were assigned. While many will enjoy a free meal or a discounted purchase from businesses who offer such things, for me, this day is a day to remember, to honor, and be grateful. To all the men and women whose stories will never be shared publicly and whose service will only be remembered by them and those closest to them, I salute you. Happy Veterans Day.