In the Wake of Fort Hood

We have memorialized 13 people who have died at the hand of either a terrorist, a disturbed mental health worker, or some combination of both. I am reminded of the day, 26 years ago, when I called the Navy to see about financial aid to go to graduate school for my MSW. When I asked about their putting me through in exchange for service, since I thought I'd be marrying a USNA midshipman, the response was, "ma'm, that's why we have chaplains." That spoke volumes to me about how underrated the need for mental health care in the service was. Apparently, not much has changed. I watched Michael and his classmates struggle through the mental challenges of that school; I met servicemen on the air base in Torrejon, Spain while I was abroad the year before who were in desperate need of support services. And now as I study to become an Episcopal priest, God-willing, I know that this profession is even less equipped to meet the rigorous emotional and psychological demands that are put on our servicement and women. One day when the tables turn, our military will be healthier, and perhaps will be more effective in contributing to keeping Peace in the world.