Recently, in Sunday school, I was re-introduced to the story of Jonathan, the brave son of Saul, the King of Israel. As our class explored this rich narrative, a thought-provoking question arose: When you were young, what did you dream of becoming?

Hmmm. Well, instead of just one answer, I have three. I’ll start with the third, just to build a little suspense:

Dream #3 – Pilot: Yes, when I was young, I dreamt of soaring through the skies as a jet pilot. Imagine how exhilarating that would be! But, as the years passed, my ambition shifted toward a different horizon—architecture. Thanks to a combined knack for math and a touch of artistry, I can envision things in three dimensions—an ability not everyone possesses. It might sound a tad mystical, but trust me, it’s essential for the craft!

Dream #2 – Race Car Driver: Like many a young man, I felt the need for speed. And some might say I achieved this dream. You see, back in the day, youngsters would come from all around and challenge me to drag races. We just weren’t on an official racetrack, if you catch my drift.

Dream #1 - Soldier: This was my true calling. Growing up, I was inspired by my father’s service in World War II. And I vividly remember dad driving us to Fort Leonard Wood to see our Uncle Bill Corzine graduate from basic training. Not many folks can say they achieved their life’s calling right out of high school. But I sure did. 

As I dwelled on these dreams, I discovered something profound: Deep down, I am still a soldier. My heart still beats to the rhythm of military life, and I love it dearly.

Every year, the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment, Veterans of Vietnam and Cambodia 1966 thru 1972 gather for a reunion. We come from far and wide to remember the sights, the sounds, the smells, and the ones we lost. We laugh, cry, swap stories, and share memories.

I tell ya, it was quite an experience. And even though I left the Army in September of 1969, I’d give anything to serve again.  

I loved my time in the service. I became a jack-of-all-trades, stepping into any role that was needed—from machine gunner to driver and everything in between.  Sure, I may not have had the official certification, but I always learned from the best.

Honestly, the only role that proved challenging was that of Track Commander (TC). However, I did have my moments as an acting TC, and I wore that little label on my jungle fatigues with pride. One night in the field, after receiving a call to the command track, I was sure I had done something wrong. But to my surprise, First Sergeant Vernon Bishop was there to replace my old stripes with fresh, black ones—a preferred choice for camouflage against snipers!

I’m proud of these moments and many more just like them. I also treasure the life lessons taught to me by my First Sergeant Bishop and Captain Abe Racine—two outstanding leaders who shaped my military experience.

Their wisdom stays with me, especially as we approach Veteran’s Day.

I was a soldier.

I am a soldier.

I will always be a soldier.

Francis Pass, proud member of the 11th Cav. Charlie Troop, TC 34

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