Until I got into the program to become a pastor, I never talked about my military service.
No one, not my wife, my kids, my parents, my friends, no one knew that I was a pilot or that I had been 2 tours in SEA. I didn't see any reason to burden my folks or family with any of that.
After I got into the Seminary program I realized this could be a problem, a deal breaker for the people I was going to minister to as a pastor. After all, there was a lot of blood on my hands.
I had a sit down with my wife and kids and told them some things. No details. I was in, I was a pilot, I was overseas, I had been in combat.
I had our District President/Bishop sit with me at a Congregational Meeting and told them about my past. No details, same as above.
One family packed up and moved on. In a few weeks 11 new families walked in the door, all ex military, all word of mouth.
About 3 months later, a pastor from down in NYC (my age, never served, critical of everyone who did) shows up and in the middle of service starts calling me names. The usual, "baby burner, murderer, mercenary".
He demanded to know how many people did I murder?
It got very, very quiet.
I walked a little west of the altar rail, and told him that I couldn't be entirely sure of the exact number, since it's tough to get a body count at 600+ knots, but probably enough to fill the local sports arena.
Then I told him that on the occasions when I was up close and personal with the enemy I could give him an exact number, and I told him how many scalps and how many ears I had taken.
He demanded I leave the church because there was no forgiveness for me. I laughed at him and picked up a Bible and read a few passages from Scripture. I asked him who should I believe, him or God?
The next part I can still quote.
"By the way, pastor, I didn't stop killing people because it's bad, or immoral or unethical or forbidden by God. I quit killing people because they stopped paying me."
Dead silence.
First the vets, then a bunch of the other members started throwing money on the floor in front of the pastor.
I walked back to the altar and when I turned around he was gone. I understand he now sells insurance out on Long Island somewhere.
One of the reasons I re-enlisted in 2012, at age 63, was so I could get the message to the troops, first hand.
Yeah. This issue is very, very personal to me.