Scott F. Kennaugh, M.Div., US Army chaplain

The flight is scheduled, but that doesn’t mean we know when it’s coming.  So we stand by the gravel lot, necks craned, scanning for a dark dot against the blue, ears straining to hear the distant hum which will become the thump of rotors echoing off the mountainsides, deafening us as it arrives, hovering in a cloud of grit, to transport soldiers to their various destinations and missions.