This year, Memorial Day came in for a harder landing than I’m used to. It dawned on me I wasn’t just mourning the friends I’d lost. I’ve been wrestling with something deeper; I’ve been mourning the close of my career and the sum of its meaning. It’s who I’ve been for nearly a quarter century, more than half my life. Walking away from the Army sometimes feels like I’m giving up on the principles my friends died for. It’s tough to reconcile.
I’d spent a long time resisting the Army and not letting it take over who I am. I’ve always declared a “no hooah zone” in my presence, I don’t have a .01 buzz cut, and I try not to “knife hand” my kids… “try” being the operative word. That being said, I’d been foolish in overlooking just how much my identity has been affected by the military and the emotion in letting it go. Combined with the anxiety of not knowing what the future holds, the challenge of securing an income, and my responsibility to be an emotionally present husband/father, I have really been struggling with this change.
If you’re having trouble with the transition out of the military, you’re not alone, and please don’t be afraid to ask for help. Lean on your mentors, your family, and your fellow vets who’ve done this before. Dig deep, find some humility, and ask for help. People are busy, but it’s been my experience they appreciate this monumental change. They will help, but only if you ask.