Blackhawk

On Saturday I took my second helicopter ride since entering the service. After "office hours" for individuals who were seeking grief counseling, I decided to approach a pilot and ask if I could ride along during his team's training flight. It was a glorious two hour ride hovering over forests, streams and small towns. The helicopter ride is joyful in a way that airplanes are not capable; one can remain stationary and gain a complete view of the world below rather than wizz by without taking in as many details. I used the time to think about some of the losses of life we've seen involving helicopters during this war. Earlier in the day, one of our senior pilots told me how he escaped Vietnam by flying out on helicopter.

When I returned, the afternoon was spent catching up with recent widows, checking in with soldiers with marital issues, and worship. One sergeant Major asked me to share prayer with him. I was touched when I found out that why he wanted to see me was to offer prayer for me. He did so eloquently. I had the sense that he was not only praying for me, but for others that he has seen off during the years and did not have the fortune to see their return.

I have been here just a year, but feel truly connected to this unit. I always look forward to drill because I know I am going to have authentic conversations. Many have entrusted me with personal information and the state of their souls. I find this satisfying and humbling. During our morning briefing, the Colonel gave a fine compliment to me and reminded his officers of the importance of having a good chaplain. I will miss being here, but I will return a stronger soldier, a better person, and a more seasoned minister.

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