Revised from remarks I gave at a Veterans Day event in Bedford, Virginia, November 11, 2018.
When asked to speak in my hometown of Bedford, Virginia, on Veterans Day, I started reading about the day and its significance. I knew the basics: it originated out Armistice Day, which marked the end of fighting in World War I, on November 11, 1918. (Famously, the armistice was agreed to on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the11th month.) But there were some things about the origins of Veterans Day that I did not know. For instance, in 1938, Congress made November 11 a national holiday called Armistice Day, specifically to honor those who had served in World War I. In the years following World War II, Armistice Day became Veterans Day to recognize all those who have served in military, and for a while the holiday was observed in October. In 1975, President Ford moved Veterans Day back to November 11 to honor the significance of the Armistice on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, where it has remained.
Here are some other facts I learned about Veterans Day:
– There are approximately 21.3 million living U.S. veterans (as of November 2018)
– 16.1 million served during at least one war.
– 7 million served during the Vietnam War
– 5.5 million served during the Persian Gulf War (Desert Storm).
– 2 million served during the Korean War.
– Of the 16 million Americans who served during World War II, approximately 558,000 are still alive.
– 2 million veterans are women.
Growing up in Bedford was the primary inspiration for my service. From the time I was I old enough to remember, I was fascinated with the story of A Company, 116th Infantry Regiment—comprised solely of Bedford residents—which was one of the first units to land on Omaha Beach on D-Day. Of A Company’s 34 members, 19 were killed on D-Day, proportionately, the most losses suffered by any town on that day.
Like all Bedford natives, I was proud to share a hometown with those heroes from A Company. I was fortunate to have known Roy Stevens, one of the few Bedford Boys who survived D-Day. I have a photo of him and me standing in front of the D-Day Memorial before he passed away, and that photo is one of my most cherished possessions. When the D-Day Memorial was dedicated in 2001, I was stationed in Korea, but I made sure that I made it to that ceremony. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
Throughout my Army career, I’ve been proud to tell the story of the Bedford Boys to anyone who would listen, and when Alex Kershaw’s best-selling book on the Bedford Boys came out a few years ago, I was quite fond of telling those I observed reading the book that the heroes they were reading about were from my hometown. In 2009, while serving a tour at the Pentagon, I was able to attend a Capitol Hill screening of a documentary about the Bedford Boys called “A Town They Left Behind.” I was proud to share this event with the many Bedford residents who made the trip to Washington.
All of this Bedford history and patriotism inspired me growing up, but I also had a great influence inside my own home. My father, Paul Sherman. Sr., enlisted in the Army after graduating from college and served one tour in the late 1950s. Upon completion of that tour in 1959, he took a job as a teacher and head basketball coach at Bedford High School. He took the value of service he learned in the Army and transferred that into service to his community. He spent the next 30-plus years as a coach, teacher, and principal in the Bedford County school system. He also served the community as a youth baseball coach, a baseball umpire, and a basketball official. He touched the lives of Bedford youth for generations.
With all of those examples of service around me, both at home and throughout Bedford, I began to take an interest in military service myself. At some point in high school I started reading about West Point and the more I read, the more interesting it got. I thought about how awesome it would be to say I graduated from the same place as Grant, Lee, Eisenhower, Patton, MacArthur, and so many other contributors to history. Gaining admission to West Point was very difficult. I had to work very hard to maintain top grades and I had to spend many hours preparing for the SAT because I needed a high score on that as well—and standardized tests were never my strong suit. I did all of this while playing three sports at Liberty High School. In the end it all paid off—a good work ethic is a value that I definitely picked up from growing up in Bedford—and I got accepted to West Point. I graduated from high school on June 15, 1989, and went to Myrtle Beach to enjoy my last few days of freedom with my friends. I reported to West Point on June 28, 1989, and my military journey began.
It took every one of my Bedford-learned values to get me through that place. I was feeling confident going into West Point. I had graduated at the top of my high school class, and I was a good athlete. I thought I had it made—until I realized that just about all of my classmates graduated at the top of their high school classes, and that they all were good athletes, many of them great athletes. Then, academics started, and I was exposed to higher level math and science classes, the likes of which I had never seen at Liberty High School. Suffice it to say, my first two years at West Point were a struggle, and I often questioned if I was going to make it to graduation. But at my lowest points, I always came back to those Bedford values. I did not want to let people down who were rooting hard for me to finish. I was determined to graduate. I buckled down, sought extra help from some professors willing to help me out, and I made it through. I graduated on May 29, 1993.
Those Bedford values continued to serve me well throughout my Army career, which spanned 26 years. I spent six years at Fort Bragg and served with 82nd Airborne Division, where I got the opportunity to jump out of perfectly good airplanes, which feels great—until you land, usually with a great big thud.
I spent three years in Korea, which is about 7,000 miles from Bedford but taught me that strong cultural values are not unique to South Central Virginia. I met some kind, generous, and very proud people there.
I have spent a combined total of nine years in the Washington, D.C., area, including seven years working in the Pentagon. I have to say that I have convinced myself of what we Bedford natives have known all our lives—that life in Northern Virginia doesn’t hold a candle to life in Bedford.
I became a combat veteran in 2007, when I deployed to Afghanistan for 15 months as the executive officer (second-in-command) of a 1,000-Soldier battalion. My battalion was responsible for the security of the areas around our base, and one of my duties was to build relationships with the various tribal leaders, police chiefs, and local politicians. I found that the Afghan people aren’t much different than small-town Virginians. They’re hardworking farmers, shepherds, and ranchers. They’re very proud of their local culture and customs, and—above all else—they value their families. I relied on these shared values to relate to the Afghan leaders I worked with, and I was able to forge strong relationships with many of them.
The highlight of my career, however, came when I was stationed in Europe from 2011-2013, and I finally got the opportunity to visit Normandy with my father. What an experience that was to walk on the very beach, where the Bedford Boys landed, knowing they were going to face a wall of steel as soon as they hit the shore. We were impressed that the locals in Normandy are genuinely appreciative of the sacrifices of the A Company men, who gave their lives for the freedom of strangers thousands of miles away.
Last week, the hosts of a podcast I was listening to on my daily commute were discussing President Franklin Roosevelt’s prayer that he offered the nation upon the D-Day invasion. I was struck by the words:
“…O Lord, give us Faith. Give us Faith in Thee; Faith in our sons; Faith in each other; Faith in our united crusade. Let not the keenness of our spirit ever be dulled. Let not the impacts of temporary events…deter us in our unconquerable purpose.”
FDR was praying for the strength of young men like the Bedford Boys to fight through extreme adversity to defeat a great enemy and literally save the world. The bravery of those men from this small town should inspire us every day. Let us today honor the service and sacrifices of all veterans but remember that all of us merely stand on the shoulders of men like the Bedford Boys, who defended the world and put Bedford and its small-town values on the map.