So a few weeks ago I wrote this piece about David & Saul and the lesson of morality in leadership, which was itself taken from an earlier article written by a cop friend in San Diego.
Guess what was posted on the next day's Stars & Stripes front page?
The newspaper story refers back to an earlier article, "The Bathsheba Syndrome: The Ethical Failures of Successful Leaders," published in a business journal in 1993.
Strange how the Lord works sometimes...
Saturday, April 21, 2012
SGT Dennis Weichel - A Hero For Today
In the last week of March, as I was preparing to return home for two weeks of R&R, our unit received the sad news that Sergeant (then-Specialist) Dennis Weichel was killed in Afghanistan. SGT Weichel was not a member of our unit, but he had been for nearly four years, and a number of folks within our unit knew him personally. Hence I was asked by our battalion commander to prepare and conduct a memorial service for SGT Weichel, to provide a means of closure for those in our unit who were friends of his and who would be unable to attend either the memorial ceremony in Afghanistan or the funeral in Rhode Island.
As details surrounding his death emerged, it became clear that this was no ordinary case of a soldier killed in combat or in a training accident - as if even those deaths can be considered "ordinary" for the families so affected. But in SGT Weichel's case, there was a degree of heroism that is not often found on the battlefield. You see, when soldiers fight, they do so not out of some great sense of patriotism or with great knowledge of the tactical importance of their battle. Simply put, they fight for the guy on their right or left. Their buddies. And there is no question in my mind that, were it to come to that, all of them would gives their lives for their buddies. It's happened many times before, and is normally what we award the Medal of Honor for - albeit, usually posthumously.
But SGT Weichel didn't give his life for his buddies on that day. Not that he wouldn't have, mind you, but circumstances didn't give him that option. No, on that day he laid down his life to save an 11-year old Afghani girl that he'd probably never met before.
You see, his unit was out conducting some training prior to going on patrol that involved shooting their weapons. As they were loading up to leave the range, a number of Afghani children began to scurry about collecting the expended brass which could then be melted down. Some soldiers - Weichel among them - dismounted in order to shoo the kids away and clear a path for the MRAPs - the large, unwieldy mine resistant vehicles that are de rigeur in Afghanistan. As the vehicles began to move, this young Afghani girl darted forward to grab some brass that lay in the roadway, which put her directly in the path of an oncoming MRAP. Without hesitation, SGT Weichel ran to get her out of harm's way - and was instead struck by the oncoming vehicle.
Here is the memorial message I gave that evening to honor the memory of SGT Dennis Weichel:
In a few hours, Taps will sound its mournful
notes over this camp. When it does,
pause for a moment and remember Specialist Dennis Weichel. Remember the life that he lived, remember the
love that he shared, and remember the sacrifices he made. Remember, and give thanks that we were able
to share that life with him. Give thanks
that we have such men such as Dennis who serve our country during times of
need. Give thanks that he rests now, cradled
in the arms of a just and loving God.
As details surrounding his death emerged, it became clear that this was no ordinary case of a soldier killed in combat or in a training accident - as if even those deaths can be considered "ordinary" for the families so affected. But in SGT Weichel's case, there was a degree of heroism that is not often found on the battlefield. You see, when soldiers fight, they do so not out of some great sense of patriotism or with great knowledge of the tactical importance of their battle. Simply put, they fight for the guy on their right or left. Their buddies. And there is no question in my mind that, were it to come to that, all of them would gives their lives for their buddies. It's happened many times before, and is normally what we award the Medal of Honor for - albeit, usually posthumously.
But SGT Weichel didn't give his life for his buddies on that day. Not that he wouldn't have, mind you, but circumstances didn't give him that option. No, on that day he laid down his life to save an 11-year old Afghani girl that he'd probably never met before.
You see, his unit was out conducting some training prior to going on patrol that involved shooting their weapons. As they were loading up to leave the range, a number of Afghani children began to scurry about collecting the expended brass which could then be melted down. Some soldiers - Weichel among them - dismounted in order to shoo the kids away and clear a path for the MRAPs - the large, unwieldy mine resistant vehicles that are de rigeur in Afghanistan. As the vehicles began to move, this young Afghani girl darted forward to grab some brass that lay in the roadway, which put her directly in the path of an oncoming MRAP. Without hesitation, SGT Weichel ran to get her out of harm's way - and was instead struck by the oncoming vehicle.
Here is the memorial message I gave that evening to honor the memory of SGT Dennis Weichel:
There is never an easy way to accept the finality of losing a
friend. There are very few things in
life which hurt, frustrate, or even anger us in this way. Death is an insult, an aberration, an
intrusion into an otherwise mostly happy existence. We get the news – news we cannot affect, news
that permanently changes our community, our unit, or our families. Suddenly life seems such a fragile and
fleeting thing, for death is always shocking in its finality. And, despite our will to make it otherwise,
the pain of death doesn’t go away.
Dennis Weichel passed away in the
prime of his life. Quite naturally, the
ever-present question on our minds is, “Why should a good man like Dennis be
taken from us and from his family so abruptly?”
It is a question which I myself ask and which I’m sure many of you are
now asking. But to be quite honest, I’m
not sure that those of us on this side of eternity can fully answer it. But, although we may not always understand
God’s ways, we can be sure that He understands ours. He is present with us in our grief, not as
one who stands apart from our mortal world of death and decay, but as a loving
Father who knows the deep pain and sorrow of losing a Son. Though
death is an inevitable part of this life here on earth, yet it is not the end. For those whose faith is in God never truly
die, but live on in eternal life. As we
pause and consider our own mortality, there is great hope and comfort to be
found in the knowledge that physical death is not the end, but rather the start
of a new beginning.
I never had the privilege of meeting
Dennis. I never served with him, laughed
with him or swapped stories with him.
Despite this, I do know some things about him – things that show that he
lived a life of honor and integrity. A
life of meaning and purpose. First, he
volunteered to serve his country during a time of war. He worked and soldiered for what he believed
in. He had already completed one
deployment to Iraq, yet he volunteered again to deploy to Afghanistan. To me, this shows the courage of his
convictions, and the depth of his commitment to step up when his country needed
him. Second, he was dedicated to his
family. He loved his three kids, and had
planned a special surprise reunion with them that took place just a few months
ago. The love he demonstrated to his
girlfriend Ashley and to his three beautiful children show that he knew that
even a tough infantry “warrior” can still have a tender heart. Finally, the manner in which he gave his life
shows the greatest love which we on this earth can demonstrate; for make no
mistake – his life was not taken from him, but he willingly sacrificed it to
save the life of a child. In the book of
John, chapter 15, verse 13, Jesus himself says this, “Greater love hath no man
than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” Dennis exemplified the noblest ideals of love
that day. And while his sacrifice
saddens us – for it removes his physical presence from among us – yet at the
same time it provides us with something to celebrate. For Dennis left his mark on this world – in
the hearts of his friends gathered here today, in his family and children at
home, and especially in the life of a young child in a foreign land whose life
was spared that day.
There is a poem, written by Laurence Binyon during the First
World War, that aptly depicts the sacrifices of the young men and women who
have fallen on the battlefield ever since.
It’s titled “For the Fallen.” I
would like to read the last few stanzas of that poem to you now:
They went with songs to the battle,
they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes,
steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against
odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the
foe.
They shall not grow old, as we that
are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the
years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in
the morning,
We will remember them.
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