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  • My first ruck: the 18.6-mile Norwegian Foot March

    One thought ping-pongs inside my skull as all my leg muscles scream in chorus to remind me how I’m not able to finish my first ever ruck march, the 18.6-mile Norwegian Foot March: “What am I even doing?”

  • We're not the same Air Force anymore

    As a chaplain, I have had the tremendous privilege of providing invocations for our Airmen who have crossed the momentous finish line of retirement. On more than one occasion, I’ve heard a couple of them say, “You know, chaplain, it’s not the same Air Force anymore.” I hear what they’re saying, but

  • My life in the military

    On Feb. 18, 1998, as I left my job on Wall Street, and said good-bye to my friends and family, I remember stepping foot off the bus on Lackland Air Force Base, Texas. At the time, I was thinking it was way too early in the morning.