To Jacqy, the love of my life. To Mom and Dad. To my girls, who teach me something every day. To all the spirit warriors who have shown me the way.
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by Jim Nantz, CBS Sports commentator
AS A SPORTS COMMENTATOR FOR CBS, I HAVE MANY OPPORTUNITIES to be involved with great people and organizations dedicated to helping others. In June 2007, I received an email and opened it without expectation. What I encountered was an eloquent and heartfelt account of sacrifice, honor, and dedication. What I read was a story. A story of two brothers dedicated to keeping a promise, made months prior in a time of chaos and fear, to never leave the other behind. And the story of a man, unknown to me at the time, who would carry on this promise for all American soldiers in harms way. He would be their brother, their fellow soldier, and keep their legacy alive.
Lieutenant Colonel Dan Rooney is a husband, a father, and now my friend. Dan gathers his inspiration from the people he encounters in life. He is genuinely interested and invested in their dreams and passions while unknowingly inspiring others. On that day in June, Lt Colonel Rooney inspired me. He humbly asked for my assistance, and in return I was given the opportunity to serve others through a game I have loved throughout my life. Like so many of us fortunate enough to play golf, Dan grew up with a deep love for the game and the character it builds.
Lt Colonel Dan Noonan Rooney is not only a PGA golf professional but also an F-16 fighter pilot, his call sign originating from Danny Noonan in the movie Caddyshack . He is not what you imagine as the typical fighter jock. His self-deprecating humor is genuine and endearing. Noonan is the first one to tell you he is an ordinary guy with an extraordinary calling. He will tell you there is no such thing as chance. Life is made up of encounters that guide us on our unique journey. The ultimate reward is the fulfillment that comes from following your destined path.
When Lt Colonel Dan asked me to believe in his big dream, a concept called Patriot Golf Day, I told him that I was honored to stand by him. We started small, but I have watched it grow into a band of brothers spanning this great nation. With his leadership and passion, I know this noble mission will continue to grow and change lives for generations to come.
As a broadcaster, I have witnessed my share of amazing stories in living color. The drama of sport, competition, and life. The defining moments that make it all so compelling and give us hope. Lt Colonel Dans story is one of the best I have ever been blessed to witness. A Patriots Calling is about living life between fear and faith. The stories that Lt Colonel Dan shares are inspiring and empowering. They push us to the edges of life. They remind us that we are called to use our time and talents to positively impact the world. He allows us to climb into his cockpit and takes us on a journey. A journey marked by success, failure, laughter, and tears. He shares the stories of many remarkable people and the ways they have prepared him for the mission of living. We can all learn from the lessons of Lt Colonel Dans life.
Lt Colonel Dan will tell you he has been blessed, but we are the ones who have been blessed to know him. He is a uniter of people, a difference-maker, and one of the greatest patriots I have ever met. I know you will enjoy reading his fascinating story. You will feel in the end, as I do now, that he is an American treasure and someone we should be proud to call our friend.
Deployed to Iraq as a member of the 332nd Air Expeditionary Wing.
Freedom is not free.
U.S. military
ALTHOUGH I LIVE IN OKLAHOMA, I SPEND TIME DURING THE SUMMER in Michigan. Grand Haven, home to the Rooney family golf club, is an idyllic lakeside community on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. The homes, constructed of traditional white clapboard, are each fastidiously painted. Traditional values and American flags proudly waving conspire to produce a living yet ageless photograph circa 1940.
Life moves at a Norman Rockwell pace in Grand Haven. The evenings are my favorite times. Infused with the glow of a perfect sunset, the boardwalk comes alive with families and friends tending to ice cream cones. The engaging sounds of conversation and abundant laughter spill generously from open windows and are carried on the warm lakeshore breeze.
It was on a routine trip back to Grand Haven, the bastion of serenity, that I would be shaken to the core. My life was about to take a dramatic turn.
In early June 2006, I was headed back to Michigan to get some work done at the Grand Haven Golf Club. My usual route takes me by plane through Chicago and into Grand Rapids, followed by a short drive into Grand Haven. Anyone who travels through that part of the country knows that weather delays are nothing out of the ordinary. Finally it was time to board United Flight 664 bound for Grand Rapids.
As I boarded the plane, I stole a glance inside the cockpit and marveled at the thousands of lights and switches. As I turned right, I walked by a young soldier in dress greens sitting quietly in first class. Probably home on leave, I thought, making my way through the cabin. Its nice to see that someone has taken care of this young corporal. After settling into my coach seat, I stared out the window and took in the show of lights outside. I have always loved airports at nightthere is something truly awesome about them all.
A few micro-sleeps later the engines roared to life as we finally took off. We climbed out of the Windy City, and I leaned over to admire the John Hancock building peering mystically through the clouds.
The flight was short and turbulent. We were up and down in twenty minutes. These flights are particularly busy for pilots. As we bounced around the sky, I reminisced about how fast our T-38 Talon training flights were as we would hop across the desolate plains of Texas out of Sheppard Air Force Base. The T-38 is a two-seat supersonic trainer the Air Force uses to shape the next generation of fighter pilots. During our instrument sorties, by the time you reached 25,000 feet you were running your checklist for the descent, which typically started fifty-plus miles away. In the T-38 instrument phase we learned how to fly in the clouds and at night with our instruments as our only guide. It was the first experience of learning how to think at 500 miles per hour, a skill that could be honed, but ultimately you had it in your DNA or you didnt. The T-38 instrument phase is where most wannabe fighter pilots wash out.
Bing!
The chime of the seat belt sign interrupted my trip down nostalgia lane as United 664 descended into Grand Rapids just before midnight. While I always remain open to the infinite possibilities that come with every journey, this landing kicked off a succession of events that would permanently alter my lifes course. As we taxied to the gate, the captain came over the speaker and made an announcement: We have an American hero on board with us tonight.
My thoughts immediately shifted to the soldier sitting in first class. What had he done?
After a long pause the captain continued: We are carrying the remains of Army corporal Brock Bucklin... and his twin brother, Corporal Brad Bucklin, has brought him home from Iraq.