I had been raised Catholic from birth…and I joined the Army in 1967. Before I went to Vietnam in 1968…those of us that were Catholics were called to a chapel where we met with a Catholic Chaplain… He spoke to us and it was all about the fact that all of us were going to war. He spoke about the fact that many if not most of us would experience combat and face the eventuality that we would have to kill another human being or be killed ourselves. I already knew that and accepted that fact…I was from a military family…my father was a career officer in Combat Arms who fought in two wars… But what the Chaplain told us was: Don’t worry about having to kill the enemy… God is on our side. For some reason, that statement angered me deeply. I knew the realities of the war in Vietnam, and I knew that even though we were going to be fighting communists… I also knew that Catholicism was strong in South Vietnam, and there had been Catholics all over Vietnam…and that the likelihood that many of them had been pressed into serving the VC and the NVA was very high. This was strongly on my mind and actually caused a rift in my mind and heart. It caused me to fall away from the Church. I served my country in Vietnam…I did my duty and my mission was to eliminate the enemy. I could not help but wonder…how many of my brother Catholics met their deaths due to my mission and its successes.
After returning to the US and dealing with much anger and sadness over what I had been through…I sought counseling and got it… it helped me to some extent. To make a long story short, it took me a long time to work through the issues…and I do mean a long time.
I actually felt the pull of the Holy Spirit…pulling me back to my beliefs…but I investigated other beliefs…all of which left me empty and very unfulfilled. I came back to the Catholic Church… and I found the fulfillment and peace that I had been missing.