Stories of Faith and Courage from the War in Iraq and Afghanistan

We had an artillery unit of paladins on the base. They would fire outbound a good bit. Some of it was counter battery fire; some of it was indirect fire mission supporting our guys. Sometimes they were shooting illumination rounds around our base to help base security detect people setting up mortars or sneaking close to the perimeter. The base would get shelled a fair amount but until your ear gets finely tuned its hard to tell whether or not a round is coming in are going out. Both are extremely loud. The UAV runway strip was right next to where we slept, and that created a lot of noise as well. It was a hot refuel point for helicopters too. It was very loud.

One night I was in my trailer winding down. We had just finished planning a mission for the next day. My roommate and I were sitting in our trailer talking. Suddenly there was a large boom. My roommate joked with me as he saw me flinch. He asked, “Don’t you know what a paladin sounds like by now?” I had come out of my seat and gone down to one knee. He said, “Graves, come on man, that’s the paladin shooting.” I told him he was right and started to return to my seat, feeling embarrassed, when shrapnel started raining down on the roof of our trailer. I looked at my roommate and said, “When a paladin shoots, stuff doesn’t land on our roof.”

Then we heard screaming. A mortar round hit a trailer three buildings down and one over from us. We had sandbags all around our trailers about waist high to limit indirect fire casualties. This round landed about chest high through the wall and into a young man’s bunk bed. Just before the round landed, the soldier had gotten out of bed to go and use the bathroom. He was sixty-five feet away using the bathroom when the round came in. His roommate was sleeping in the bed on the other side of the trailer and he was peppered by shrapnel. It didn’t kill him, but it wounded him pretty bad. He was the one doing the screaming.

It was weird to think that the soldier’s life was saved because of the nature call. It seemed entirely random.

Prayer:

Dear God, my life and the length of my days are in your hands. Please continue to keep those I know and love safe whenever they’re in harm’s way.

“You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence watched over my spirit.” (Job 10:12)

November 3 HERITAGE OF FAITH Maj. John Croushorn, MD (retired veteran)

I remember the Sunday worship our unit headquarters company would have during drill. It used to motivate me to hear the sound of all those men singing old hymns. That was amplified in sound and emotion when those hymns were sung in Iraq. They were truly battle hymns.

There was a tent the chaplains used to conduct services at Balad. It was one of the few tents on the airstrip side of the road. Because it was next to the runway it would be pretty noisy and that resulted in louder singing. As we sung worship songs, it was easy to appreciate the very real implications of God’s grace, mercy and protection that filled the pages. I would think of the countless soldiers who have worshiped while deployed and that seemed to tie me to another aspect of the warrior heritage.

The heritage of faith is strong in the military. Contrary to the old adage, there actually are a few agnostics in foxholes, but the realities of war and the proximity of death will cause the most hardened of men and women to consider the frailty of life and their own humanity. It was comforting and inspiring to sing those songs and pray with others who were of the same mind. We came from all over the country and were raised in many different denominations, but worship drew us together.

We bring back many life experiences: traumatic memories, fatigue, and discomfort, but the experience of faith practiced during war solidified my beliefs. The memories of worship and teaching, combined with the deep questions and prayer and the day-to-day encounters with the frailty of life are something that returned with me. My children and family benefit from that part of my experience.

Prayer:

I believe in you, Lord, and completely put my faith and trust in you. Move my heart to worship you again today.

“Therefore I will praise you, O LORD, among the nations; I will sing praises to your name.” (2 Samuel 22:50)

November 4 FAITH IN GOD IS IMPORTANT TO SOLDIERS Cdr. Robert T. Garretson

Like many others in America and around the world, I was profoundly affected by the events of September 11. Like so many I would ponder the depravity of the individual act, but also how it fit in with the theory of a just and loving God. For a man on the cusp of Christianity, these were tough questions to ponder. On that day, I was on deployment, and our carrier was just getting ready to enter the Persian Gulf. As events unfolded over the course of the following weeks, it became apparent that we would be going to war.

It has been said that there are no atheists in foxholes, and I certainly didn’t intend on disproving the theorem. I began to ask myself such questions as, “Can I be a Christian and a military officer?” Without a good knowledge or foundation in the Christian faith, I was unprepared to answer such a question. I also had no idea how war fit into the personal crisis of faith. I had trained and instructed in tactics and operations for over eleven years. I knew that I was mentally and operationally ready for the actions of warfare, but where was I spiritually?

Of my own accord and through my own morality, I had already arrived at my personal “Just War” theory. Remarkably, in hindsight, it seemed to mirror the theory that Cicero developed in the first century BC. “There must be just cause, there must be formal declaration of war by the constituted authority, and the war must be conducted justly.”^{1}

Throughout our involvement in Operation Enduring Freedom, I had time to dwell upon the stirring spirituality and burgeoning faith that I was beginning to feel. On a six-to ten-hour combat flight there was ample time to ponder life’s greater meaning. I was also beginning to understand that the journey along the road to faith did not have to be a solitary one; I could stop and ask for directions.

At this point I began to speak with the chaplain. I figured after thirty-three years of self-study with no results, it was probably best to consult with someone better spiritually equipped than I was. The chaplain did two great things for me that day. First, he recommended that I take the time to look at the Bible. Second, he brought me to realize that I had to make the decision to accept Christ not just by myself but also for myself. It would be a decision that would take me well over a year to make.

Prayer:

Dear Lord, I think of those who haven’t put their faith and trust in you yet. Please cause them to start asking questions and looking for answers in your Word, the Bible. Bring a godly chaplain across their path. Lead them to yourself, I pray.

Commander Robert T. Garretson was deployed with a Navy F-14 Fighter squadron, VF-213, “The Black Lions” as a part of the USS Carl Vinson carrier battle group. They were among the first into combat after September 11, 2001.

“Don’t be afraid,” the prophet answered. “Those who are with us are more than those who are with them.”