By Daniel Hodne
This past November, my family and I returned to West Point, New York, for my Class’ 25th Reunion. While I stood alongside my classmates on “The Plain,” and watched the Corps of Cadets execute a pass in review, I appreciated the opportunity to reflect. As my retirement date approached, this occasion took place in the twilight of my Army career.
In a way, my military journey had come full circle, starting and ending at my “rockbound highland home.”
It was the 1st of July, 1987, Reception Day for the United States Military Academy Class of 1991, when after quickly being plunged into a very efficient transformational and cultural immersion system known to cadets and alumni as “Beast Barracks,” I reported to the Cadet in the Red Sash, and then reported to the Cadet First Sergeant of India Company, for Cadet Basic Training for the first time as ordered.
In the tremendous uncertainty, overshadowed by tall, gray, stone walls…the only thing for sure was that I had entered a new way of life in which I would continuously face unforeseen challenges; and my opportunities would be to learn, develop, and grow from them.
I had also been issued barracks bags full of uniform and equipment items.
The truth is…although I would realize it years later, when I reported to West Point for Reception Day in 1987, up to that moment, up to that very day, I already had everything I needed…
My parents, my role models, raised, nurtured, and inspired my brothers and me to live by the noblest of ethics, values, and beliefs, which were entirely consistent with the ideals of West Point, and the Army in which I would serve.
From them I gained a deep sense of purpose, which helped me as I made choices, which led to paths, that provided direction in my life.
My dad, a service-connected disabled veteran and paraplegic, through the love and support of my mom, improved the lives of other disabled veterans through leading the barrier-free design efforts for the Eastern Paralyzed Veterans Association.
Growing up, I enjoyed listening to fascinating stories of military service from my father and his friends and co-workers – other disabled veterans, paraplegics, quadriplegics, and amputees – all of whom, in spite of their life-changing injuries and conditions, spoke so positively and proudly of their service.
In them, I saw ability, not disability…and my Army Story would start from theirs.
From these great men, and my parents, I learned that in the face of challenges, what really matters, is how you face them.
Dad, you are the strongest man I know. I will always try to be just like you.
To the Officers, Noncommissioned Officers, Soldiers, Civilians, and Family members with whom I have served, I express my deepest gratitude.
I will always be thankful for the culture, camaraderie, and relationships…
that forges the sort of trust that you could absolutely bet your life on….
builds the level of teamwork that accomplishes the most dangerous, difficult, and hazardous of missions….
and solves the most complex, ambiguous, and challenging of problems…
while making great friendships at every step of the way.
It was a pleasure, a privilege, and a blessing, to have worked so closely with you.
This career, at times, was a wonderful voyage of discovery. More often than not, it was running the gauntlet.
But throughout, I was surrounded by dedicated professionals, who cared deeply about the mission,…and for each other, so I was always living the dream.
All through these years, my sense of purpose remained clear. It was made even stronger by key principles.
As a commissioned officer in the United States Army, I upheld an oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and bear true faith and allegiance to the same.
As a member of our Army’s Special Forces Regiment, a Green Beret, I committed myself to efforts that would free the oppressed, and strove to be an exemplary member of our nation’s elite and chosen soldiery.
As a leader, I adhered to my philosophy of focusing on my mission, taking care of my people and their families, and always making my unit even better.
As a man, who became a husband, and a father, I pledged my love, my life to an extraordinary woman…
To my beautiful wife and love of my life, as I bid farewell to the Army Blue, I know that with you, our best, brightest, and most successful days still lie yet ahead…
Because I know that with your love and support, moving forward, I already have everything I need and so much more.
I wish for our Army, our joint force, and our special operations enterprise the very best and continued success; our Nation is counting on it.
I will always be proud to have been a member of your ranks.
Duty Shall Be Done, Army Strong, De Oppresso Liber…and May God Bless America.
Colonel (Retired) Dan Hodne is the Senior Planning Consultant at Moffitt Cancer Center in Tampa, Florida
Prior to joining Moffitt’s team, Dan completed a military career of nearly 26 years as an Army Special Forces Officer. Dan’s career spanned infantry, special forces, and joint assignments, with operational experience gained from missions throughout the Middle East and northeast Africa, including combat operations in Iraq. While at the Pentagon and US Special Operations Command, he led critical planning efforts of national strategic importance for the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Secretary of Defense, and National Security Council.
2 thoughts on “My Bid Farewell to the Army Blue”
“… in the face of challenges, what really matters, is how you face them.”
As the daughter of another army colonel (who retired in 1965 and passed away in 1982) I found your words beautiful and inspiring. I miss those days of my youth, living on military bases all over the world, when everyone, including the kids, stopped whatever they were doing at 5 p.m. and saluted or placed their right hand over their heart as the poignant strains of TAPS echoed to the far corners of the post and the flag was lowered for the night. I miss watching the troops pass in review, so noble and proud, to a rousing Souza march. Hearing “The Stars Spangled Banner” still brings tears to my eyes. But I sometimes feel I’m living in an alien land, where nothing is the way I remember it. Your words take me back, back to a time when all seemed right.
I hope your retirement is everything you’ve planned and hoped for. My parents traveled extensively in retirement, and my dad dropped a line into every promising fishing hole along the way.
Incidentally, I’ve written a book about my father’s experiences as a guerrilla in North Luzon during WWII, scheduled for publication in 2018. He served under Russell W. Volckmann and Parker Calvert (both West Point grads) as part of United States Armed Forces in the Philippines, North Luzon (USAFIP-NL), and later helped Volckmann write U.S. Army Field Manuals 31-20 and 31-21, which laid the first foundation for all Special Forces. If you might be interested in reading all or part of it, just let me know. (firstname.lastname@example.org)