Each Veterans Day, I'm reminded of the decision I made to enlist in the Army — a decision that shaped the rest of my life. Just a few days after I graduated from high school, I boarded the first airplane ride of my life when I shipped out to basic combat training at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. By Christmas Eve, I landed at my first duty assignment 9,000 miles from home in South Korea. Nine months later, everything changed when America came under attack from terrorists on 9/11. My service took me from the Korean DMZ to the cell blocks of Guantanamo Bay, the desert sands of Iraq and Kuwait, and ultimately into the cockpit of some of the most advanced helicopters in the world. Serving my country was the greatest adventure of my life.
After 9/11, the missions we trained for became reality. Then, I experienced firsthand how our wars dragged on for years, and even decades, without any sense of urgency or end goal. Through it all, heroes continued to serve and sacrifice. In the two decades following 9/11, we lost just over 7,000 American service members in conflicts across the Middle East. Each one of those losses represents a family forever changed, a future unrealized, and a debt our nation can never fully repay.