26 DEC 1990—Friendship
I’m sure this topic of “friends” and “friendship” will be a reoccurring one in this journal, but it is a topic which necessitates a lot of discussion. What is making this time away from you at least bearable is the fact that I have some very close friends here with me. Those individuals—CPT Scott Milliren, CPT John Dean, CPT Roger Alford, CPT Greg Heck, LT Rich Tunney, LT Mike Ramirez, LT Tim Hanson, SFC Tim Brett—all have shared their laughter, their feelings, and their friendship with me. We’ve become closer during this short period of time. They are all going through the same things now that I am: missing family and home, fearing what might lie ahead, anticipation of attempting to do their jobs to the best of their ability. They will all do well, and God willing, will support me as I attempt to accomplish some difficult tasks.
Friendship occurs outside the realm of danger in a unique and interesting way; something that both of you should be aware of. My best friend—Marty Dempsey—complements my life much the same way that your mom and you guys do—his shared values, his ability to make all of us laugh, his caring nature and his selfless attitude (this last quality I consider the most important) has made him someone special and someone I truly enjoy being around. What is most interesting is that I can name the qualities that make him a great friend. The term “friendship” is often thrown around like the word “love;” people attach the label without really thinking about what must go along with it. Just like love is something that doesn’t come often, friendship—true friendship—should only be shared with a few people during a lifetime. You’re very lucky if you can have only a few people who meet your high standards of friendship.
“Acquaintances”—those you meet, like, and usually don’t get to know very well—are the people that will make up your daily relationships with others. My advice to both of you is this: you may not want to have all your acquaintances as friends, but you should try to be a friend to all you know. There is an easy way to do this: Be yourself. Don’t put on false airs that you think other people want in you (because you’ll spend your time being someone else, not a friend). Give of yourself. You do these things, and you’ll be a good friend.
I love you both, my best friends—
Dad
Reflection
Friendship. The real kind. The kind that sustains you through war, career changes, deployments, funerals, weddings, victories, and failures. The kind that doesn’t need explanation because it’s woven into the way you live and lead.
I’m grateful that I wrote those words back in 1990 because I had no idea how rich that subject would become in my life. I mentioned then that friendship would be a recurring topic in the journal way back then. I didn’t realize then that it would become a central theme of my life.
I mentioned my friend Marty Dempsey in that entry. I still mention him a lot today. He was a young major then, just like me, and we had forged an early friendship—between us and all the members of our respective families—while living in a triplex during the period when we both had a three-year assignment teaching cadets at West Point. Marty was in the English Department, and I was in the much more cerebral Department of Physical Education, teaching push-ups and “rock squad” swimming. Now, over forty years have passed since we met the Dempseys, and we’ve forged a lifelong friendship that has seen lots of ups and downs. But he was one of the first people I met who blended brilliance with humor, loyalty with humility. And in our relationship, he always made me better, and I tried to influence him too. Back then, we were both mid-grade officers, learning how to lead and teach. We laughed a lot and slowly built a friendship that deepened before, during, and after that first war in Iraq and across assignments in Germany and in the US. Later in life, when one of us wore three stars and the other four, and now in retirement, we’re both still trying to make a difference in other people’s lives . . . and our own.
I once wrote inARMY magazine that a best friend can also be your boss and your mentor. That was written about Marty—and it’s still true. He wasn’t just a colleague. He was (and remains) a grounding force, someone I can be my full self around, someone who sharpens me intellectually, challenges me ethi