The Faith to Stand Tall

Thousands of our returning soldiers face incredible adversity. Meet one who found a way to grow strong in it.

By Colonel Greg Gadson, Fort Belvoir, Virginia

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I never thought quitting was in my DNA. I never thought about giving up. I was strong. I played football at West Point. I was an officer in the U.S. Army. I had a wonderful marriage and two beautiful children.

But war can change you. War can turn you inside out. And adversity can either break you or make you stronger. It is a lesson thousands of our men and women in uniform have learned over the last decade, a lesson that began for me one day in Iraq in 2007.

The ride back to Camp Liberty, our battalion headquarters northeast of Baghdad International Airport, was supposed to be routine that May night. Not safe—in 2007, no Iraqi road was safe—but the paved, four-lane highway we were driving was considered less risky than most.

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My men and I—I was commander of the U.S. Army’s 2nd Battalion, 32nd Field Artillery unit—had just left Forward Operating Base Falcon, eight miles south of Baghdad’s Green Zone.

We’d gone there to attend a memorial service for two soldiers in our brigade who’d been killed by an IED—an improvised explosive device, a crude but deadly roadside bomb used by insurgents.

There were four M1151 armored Humvees in our convoy, each with five soldiers. I was riding shotgun in the third Humvee.

And then it happened. We ran over an object on my side of the vehicle. An IED buried under the asphalt. It happened faster than the mind can process. The flash and the boom, in that order.

I remember being propelled out of the 400-pound, two-inch-thick door of the Humvee. I felt a galvanizing rush of adrenaline. It was like one of those scenes in Saving Private Ryan, where a battle is being fought all around you and time seems to freeze.

I remember the Humvee careening past and me rolling to the side of the road. I didn’t think I was hurt. I remember being angry. Way more than angry. Furious. How dare these guys do this! I thought. We’re here, trying to make a difference in this country.

I tried to gather myself. My first thought was, Where is my rifle? I wanted to be able to protect myself and my men, because insurgents often followed up an IED attack with small-arms fire.

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I reached around, feeling for my weapon, and realized I couldn’t move. All at once I knew: I was hurt, badly. My head swam. I thought about my wife, Kim, our kids, and our home back in Virginia. My last thought was, God, I don’t want to die here.

When I came to, our first sergeant was kneeling over me, and a medic was wrapping tourniquets around my legs. The ground was sopping; I was lying in a pool of my own blood. Soldiers carried me to one of the remaining Humvees, and laid me inside, on my back.

I looked down and saw something odd. My left foot was folded over on my lap.

I tried to move it. Nothing happened.

“I can’t feel my legs. What’s wrong with my legs?”

“Don’t worry, sir,” the medic said, “your legs are going to be fine.”

I nodded okay, but somehow I knew otherwise. Maybe it was the fear and urgency in his voice. And maybe it was then that the question silently took root: Would I ever be fine again?

We raced back to Forward Operating Base Falcon, my head cradled in the medic’s lap. He wouldn’t stop talking. “Stay awake!” he kept saying. “Keep fighting! Don’t you quit on me!”

I asked him to say the Soldier’s Prayer.

He met my eyes, and began to recite those sacred words. “Brave warriors, should fate find us in battle....”

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Suddenly I felt so tired. I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. For a minute, forever, it didn’t matter. But deep within me an inner voice urged, Don’t quit. Don’t give up...

The rest is a blur. I made it to Base Falcon, then to Baghdad on a medevac chopper. And finally back to the U.S., to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Washington, D.C. That’s where doctors decided they had to amputate my left leg. The next day, they told me that because the bones in my right leg were completely shattered and so much tissue was damaged, they’d have to take that leg too.

All my life, I’d been a physical man. Built like a buffalo. Played linebacker at The Point. Served in three wars. Yet lying there week after week in Walter Reed, I wasn’t depressed. Not then. I had so many visitors—Kim, our children, relatives, nearly 20 years’ worth of Army friends.

We’d laugh and kid around, tell old stories, family stories, Army stories. Stories kept me going.

And then Walter Reed released me. “You’re ready to go home now, Colonel.”

I couldn’t wait. I craned my head as the Army ambulance pulled into our driveway. “Isn’t it wonderful to be back?” Kim asked, as aides helped me inside. I looked around the house. At the stairs I could no longer climb, at the tight corners where it would take effort for a wheelchair to turn.

That’s when it really hit me: This is for keeps.

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The stream of visitors had stopped. There was no hustle and bustle of doctors and nurses. The house was quiet, especially when the kids were in school and Kim had things to do. Everyone’s lives seemed so busy, so full. Mine, not so much. Go to physical therapy, head back home, rest.

It became clear, cruelly clear, how dependent I was. Not long before, if I needed something, I hopped in my truck and got it. Now I had to ask for help doing the simplest things, like getting into the bathtub to shower.

One day, I wanted to go to my son Jaelen’s youth football game. The planning that went into it—it was like a military operation! Kim marched into the bedroom hours early. “We have to get you dressed,” she said.

Getting me ready, getting me into the van, getting me to the sideline, getting me back home, was a bigger deal than the game itself. The whole production exhausted me. It humbled me.

I used to consider myself the rock of our family. That was my job in life. Now the thought crept into my mind that I was a burden, that I would never be fine again.

Every morning, I awoke and looked down to see if my legs were there, hoping for some kind of miracle. Therapists call that “magical thinking,” as if we can just dream our problems away. But if this was a dream it was a nightmare.

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One morning I just started crying. I’d cried some before but I was never out of control. Now I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop the tears and the pure, deep emotions that poured out. Where was that inner voice that kept me from bleeding to death in Iraq, that innate will?

Now, for the first time in my life, I wanted to give up. In the midst of that storm a long-lost memory broke through, a memory of another time I just wanted to quit and walk away.

I was a senior in high school. I had one driving goal in life—to play big-time college football, and be good enough to make it to the NFL. And I was good. Several colleges recruited me, but only one major football school.

Then, late in the process, that school backed off, saying, in effect, that I wasn’t really good enough. I was devastated. My whole life plan was destroyed.

Why fight it? Why keep playing? I thought. Until a West Point recruiter visited my school. I had never given much thought to joining the military. But West Point ran a major football program.

I’m going to join up and play for them, I decided. I’m going to prove I’m good enough. And I did. My final season, I was a cocaptain of the Army team.

Here I was again, my hopes and dreams seemingly shattered, half my body gone and nowhere to turn. Or was there? A prayer welled up from deep within me: Please, Lord, I know you didn’t make me a quitter. Don’t let me give up now.

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I cried for two days, a cathartic outpouring of all the grief and despair and pain and fear that had built up inside me and exploded like that bomb under the Humvee, except this release was liberating. Your legs aren’t coming back, Greg, I told myself. It’s how things are now.

You can’t always understand God’s ways. Faith is accepting what we can’t know, and that’s the first step in moving forward.

After 48 hours of looking into myself, I called Kim in and asked her to sit down.

“I lost my legs,” I said. “I’ve seen the worst, and I’m still here. I’m still alive. I still have you and the kids and the Army. It’s time to get on with my life.”

Kim didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. She just put her arms around me and hugged me so tight that I felt completely whole. Still, I wasn’t ready to go back on active duty.

One day that summer Mike Sullivan, an old Army football teammate, gave me a call. Mike had joined the NFL’s New York Giants as an assistant to head coach Tom Coughlin after the military.

“How would you and your son like to be guests of the Giants at one of our games?” he asked. “I’ll even get you sideline passes.” Well, well, well. I was going to make it to the NFL after all!

We picked a Sunday when the Giants were playing the Washington Redskins, at the Redskins’ stadium, so I wouldn’t have to travel far. Five days before the game Coach Coughlin called.

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“Would you be willing to say a few words to the team Saturday night?” he asked. “We’ve really been slumping—we might not even make the playoffs—and I think a pep talk from you, explaining what you’ve been through, well, it would really mean a lot, Greg.”

I said yes but I had no idea what I would say. I was used to giving orders, not speeches.

Saturday evening, Kim drove me to the Giants’ hotel. I fumbled nervously with a 3x5 card, the kind for writing crib notes. It was totally blank.

Mike brought me to a conference room, where the team had gathered. There was nothing I could tell them about the game that they didn’t already know.

But I could talk about my life, about not quitting on yourself or on your faith, about not giving up when giving up seems like the only option, the things I had come to know these past number of months.

I stood up in front of them, on my new prostheses, and began to talk. To me, it wasn’t particularly memorable or inspiring. The players applauded at the finish, but I felt it was mostly out of politeness.

I didn’t think any more of it, even the next day, when the Giants went out and whipped the ’Skins. Even when they won their next five straight and made it to the playoffs.

But when they won the Super Bowl and Mike told me how much my talk had meant to some of the players, it really hit home: My story can help and inspire others.

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I enrolled in grad school and earned a second master’s degrees—the first one was in information systems, the second in policy management. I acted in the movie Battleship. And I returned to active duty in the Army, where I am currently the garrison commander at Fort Belvoir in Virginia.

There’s no quit in this soldier. That is one of the greatest lessons war taught me, a lesson I see time and again among the thousands of our brave returning soldiers who face adversity and find the faith to grow strong in it.

 

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Colonel Gadson: God Bless you for serving our country so selflessly. For protecting OUR freedom at a cost of some of your own! I truly wish I could connect you with my friend, Sandra who is a Canadian citizen currently in a rehab facility after losing her entire left leg. They are telling her she will have to live in an assisted living facility for the rest of her life and she is convinced she will never walk again. I try to encourage her by telling her that God can work miracles! You are a fine example of that, Sir! God Bless you and your family!

Col. Greg Gadsen, Thank you for sharing your very touching story! Thank you for your service to our great country! May God bless you and your lovely family!

My son, Jared, had scoliosis and kyphosis surgery a couple years ago. One year ago, he had double pneumonia and was in ICU for 6 weeks. If you've ever had a simple surgery, you can imagine how much pain he suffered. When he was strong enough to walk, I would walk up and down the hall, here at home, with him reading the Guideposts stories of others in need of prayers, inspiring stories of faith and God's mysterious ways. When he got depressed and thought he would never "have his life back", we would read the stories, and pray for the cancer and Alzheimer patients and others in need in the stories. I know that keeping the focus off of his "cross" and praying for others saved both of us lots of pity parties.

Last week, I dislocated my ankle and broke both leg bones. Nurses in the ER repositioned the ankle, put on a soft cast, and said call the surgeon on Monday. On Monday when the surgeon, Dr. Leis, came in talked to me about the surgery, I asked if he had ever performed this particular surgery before. "Nope, It'll be my first" he said. In my mind, I was running out of there as fast as possible. Jared has been through so much pain and suffering because of surgeons that were not the best. Because of this, I always do my best to find the top surgeon for the job. Jared's spine surgery was in Missouri, Dr. Lenke, #1 spine surgeon in US. Back to Dr Leis. He laughed a bit, then said he was an active duty surgeon for several years in the Iraqi war and had seen and performed lots and much worse than mine. Now I'm thinking "better than I deserve" and I am so very grateful for his service to our military men and women. I felt humbled to have him as my doctor.

A few days after the surgery, Jared asked if I'd read the Guideposts magazine. That was the best dose of medicine I could have taken for the pain. While reading "Faith to Stand Tall", I realized it's just 2 bones not 2 legs like Col Gadson. I encourage you all to read Guideposts for daily encouragement from God.

Col Gadson is an American Hero and a Christian Hero to us. Thanks for such an inspiring spory.

Wow! God Bless you, Greg. Thank you for your service and sacrifice. You are an inspiration and having just read your story I am filled with a very grateful heart. May God continue to bless you.

Reading the officer's story made me realize how big a GOD we serve if we only surrender everything to HIM and HIS power. In the last 3 months I'VE been attacked by the enemy in so many ways.My daughter had a stroke with no where to live Ihad to take her in, her son is in jail maybe deported back to our country. The 22yr daughter with a 3yr old child wasalready living witH me had to put in rehab, the 18yr old tried to kill her self but I cried out to GOD with all that I knew and HE helped to bear all of that,Jesus is the only answer to our troubles. All we have to do is take it to the LORD in prayer. now yesterday my 30yr old daughter just lost her dad, they were just begining to have a relationship.Only GOD can do let go and let HIM take over.

Re: Colonel Greg Gadson, and other returning soldiers, in the USA, Canada and all countries who fight for peace: Yes, it's easy to give up. Having read Col. Gadson's article, I feel humble. Being an intelligent woman, I have been feeling "crippled" mentally despite the many prayers for relief. Having been fired from the work I dearly loved (which, in my mind, amounted to being "rail roaded" out of the job), I felt cheated, angry and resentful. I have looked back at my behaviour and concluded that I did not fit with the laxadasical attitude of many workers which seem to be prevalent in many work places, i.e. work is secondary and socializing in the work place is primary. Brought up with old school and work ethics, I did not fit in and at times made comments. I still feel that I was rail roaded out of the job because I had no warning. However, having read Col. Gadson's article and other articles, I realize now that I crippled myself mentally. I still believe in the power of prayer, and still strive to be a well rounded Christian despite what seems to be negativity in the media, etc. I know God is helping me. I think of soldiers returning from war with PTSD and physical injuries and I hope our goverments and the citizens continue to help these solders when they return to their countries and do not ever forget them. Thank you.

I'm really touched. His words hit me hard. i cried while I was reading his story. I'm about to quit my job, but i won't now. Thank you for that iunspiring words. God bless.

who cares he got injured

This is a very touching story. Am glad for you Greg. One thing I've learnt here is that am not givining up no matter what life turns out.

Brian,I think you'll find this interesting. He is garrison commander at Ft. Belvoir, VA.
Grandma

If this soldier story does not give you inspiration I do not know what will! :)

I was in Texas at my sons who took me in when my best friend Fred had been killed the kids dad.We were divorced in 1991 and I never thought anything else could rip my life apart.During the divorce my sons and son in law all went to Iraq and it was so heart breaking to wait for no return or worse for them the loss of limb and family. I didn't know it but I hurt my family by giving up and getting the divorce from Fred. We never know what lies on the horizon it is early am, and I just went through 7 grueling days of being out and again at the hospital for my mom. During the past week, I became mom and she is becoming a little girl. I had to step up to the plate.Someone gave me some expert advice he is fresh out university law, you have to stand tall and watch your back.You have the control this time.It was scary but each day as in the past I listened and remembered all she suffered and the list wasn't pretty some people still wanted to take her down. She fell in the hospital and bumped her head and her back. She's 85. So I stood 4'11' and started to restrengthen the Faith inside me. Reading this on my Saturday off,is inspiring because I know how many needed me to buck up and get with it. The bills got behind, I am trying to sell my land, the house is dusty, the food needs to be restocked, but mom and I played at the hospital when she wasn't in terror mode.It was worth the time spent,her days of worrying about losing her sons to war are gone, her days of being hurt by domestic violence are now gone and I said " Mom let it all go, take his Hand Mom,take the creators hand ". I went to her room at the nursing home and cleaned it out and I found treasures of how when the dementia started she had struggled to keep a sense of memory.It broke my heart, so I knew it wasn't about me or the family fueds or the people who had grown to dislike her it was the little girl sitting in the hospital waiting. We watched a tv show before she went back to the hospital and a statement was made about a mom.She looked at me and in her struggle to remember the words just said repeated verbatim the love from that statement to me eye to eye.I couldn't believe. A whole sentence with feelings. Mom's ready and she took the hand of the man up there. Her boys came home and mine came home and the land I wanted to use to help the boys coming home, is about me also coming home. Now what's next, someone said at Christmas I should talk to the big guys at the big games and get them to assist me in my dreams before it is too late.Thanks for inspiring me this morning, the first it feels like that I can sit without running in the night and to the hospital. When we got back to the nursing home her new room had been set up by the cna's and nurses with care and so beautifully decorated. I told them the only thing missing was the coca cola she had come to enjoy. They are letting me bring in her own 12 pak. We don't know how long we will have each other but this lady taught me that she had a lot of worth to leave behind and I am writing her story. God Bless Toni