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May 29, 2006
My Chaplain
It was a mysterious process. An envelope would arrive in the mail. He would rip it open. Show it to his wife. Naturally, she would sigh, resigned to the orders. And he would go to the closet, reach in, take out his uniform, the necessary ribbons and signs of rank.
Fully dressed, he was a different man, somehow enobled. It was a magical transformation.
I would stare at my father.
Was that really him? How exciting. And yet at the same time, I was sad because I knew he was going to be gone for several days or weeks and things were going to be tense. It was hard for my mother taking care of me and my sister all by herself while my father was away on "manuevers," that's what we called his trips, fulfilling his Chaplaincy duties.
But one year, I was around seven-years old, something amazing happened. My father leaned over and asked me if I'd like to come along and "be a soldier."
I was out the door in a shot.
Fort Drum, NY. I almost fainted when a squad of soldiers marched past and all of them, as one man, saluted. My father smartly saluted saluted back.
Who is this man? I wondered.
I don't remember many details, or even how long we were there. I do remember thinking that my father was not the man I thought he was. Here in the army, he was crisply efficient. Here in the army, some men affectionately called him "Chappy," and came to him for counseling. Here in the army, he would leap into a battered jeep or helicopter and zoom off to take care of some emergency.
I didn't know Rabbis could have emergencies that involved jumping into helicopters.
I do remember being sorely disappointed that my father did not carry a rifle or pistol.
"Chaplains are not permitted to carry weapons," my father explained.
"That's dumb, what happens if you run into a Nazi," I reasoned.
"Well, I'll bend the rules," my father grinned.
Thank G-d for the Oral Torah.
Here in the army, I vividly remember standing with dozens of soldiers at morning roll call as the American flag was raised. The flag fluttered in the morning wind and I felt the movement deep in the pit of my stomach. I understood, even though I was but a child, that we Jews had found a very special place in this great land called America.
I looked at my father and felt tears well in my eyes as I saw sunlight glint off the silver Star of David on his uniform, and my father, an Orthodox Rabbi in the American Army, the 42nd Rainbow Division, was revealed as a great hero to me.
And to this day, he still is: Colonel Abraham Avrech, Ret. US Army.
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at May 29, 2006 08:05 AM
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"Ten, a hundred, a thousand Colonel Avrechs!"
(That's a twist on an anti-Vietnam War slogan.)
I can't get enough of Memorial Day tributes this weekend.
Posted by: Jeremiah at May 29, 2006 09:01 AM
Jeremiah:
My father's Chaplain friends of all denominations were outstanding men. The soldiers loved these Chaplains and relied on them for most of these soldiers were just boys away from home for the first time in their lives.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at May 29, 2006 09:07 AM
As a boy we lived in Norfolk, VA, site of the largest U.S. naval base. Every holiday, and most every Shabbat, our synagogue hosted naval officers and enlisted men and women who were doubly homesick because they also missed being with other Jews. Hosting these guys had benefits; as a 6-year-old I had already been given tours of the U.S.S. Nimitz, and several other carriers and battleships.
We wish all our chaplains and other servicemen a happy holiday.
Posted by: Jake at May 29, 2006 09:21 AM
Jake:
Thanks so much for your comment.
The US armed forces have been a somewhat lonely place for Jews. It has become much better over the years. I'm proud to tell you that during WWII, my father was instrumental in setting up the first Kosher Mess in the US Army. It was called, get this: "Kelly's Kitchen."
Posted by: Robert Avrech at May 29, 2006 09:30 AM
Robert, what a nice post on this day, your Memorial Day weekend.
I don't know that your father reads your blog, but maybe someone will point out this particular post to him.
Rabbi/Colonel Abraham Avrech, I salute you!
Posted by: Pearl at May 29, 2006 10:37 AM
Pearl:
My father reads Seraphic Secret once a week. I did make him aware of today's post, so perhaps he'll make an exception. I'm sure he returns your salute--and very smartly.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at May 29, 2006 10:51 AM
Dear Robert,
What a splendid tribute to your dad on this Memorial Day, 2006! It struck a special note with me because my dad is also a retired U.S. Army officer: Brig. General Dr. A. I. Busch, Ret. United States Army Medical Corps.
I remain,
Very Sincerely yours,
Alan D. Busch
Posted by: alan at May 29, 2006 11:55 AM
Alan:
Thanks so much for your kind words. Please convey my deepest thanks and respects to your father, on this Memorial Day, for his service.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at May 29, 2006 12:23 PM
What a well written, touching, pertinant post. Thanks for digging into the well and coming out with that.
Posted by: rabbi neil at May 29, 2006 05:48 PM
Rabbi Neil:
Thanks so much for your kind words.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at May 29, 2006 05:56 PM
Robert, lovely post...it reveals so much about both of you.
Posted by: Cruisin-mom at May 29, 2006 07:10 PM
Randy:
Thanks so much. I figured you deserved a break from all the politics.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at May 29, 2006 08:13 PM
My experiences as a Jewish Chaplain's son were a bit different than yours. My father, alav haShalom, stayed in the active army reserves after serving in the European Theater of Operations during WWII. Almost every year he was called up for active duty for Pesach, and my mother and I always went along. My mom, who was a captain in the regular army (not merely the reserves, as she frequently pointed out to my father) would supervise the soldiers who kashered the kitchen and I would generally be left to my own devices, wandering around various points of interest at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin.
......It wasn't until I reached high school that I learned that people had a seder without generals in attendance. But the most significant difference in my recollections of my father, the Jewish Chaplain on active duty, in comparison to your description, regards his salute.
.......Although I could detect nothing distinctive about my father's salute, my mother insisted--and my father conceded--that his salutes were anything but snappy. Since he was an officer, enlisted men were frequently saluting him and he had to salute back, and often comments were exchanged on how my father's saluting skills lacked a certain flair.
........My feeling always has been that my father took a certain pride in his sloppy salutes. I don't think he liked the formality saluting, feeling it could contribute to a possible barrier between himself and the soldiers--Jewish and Christian-- whose religious and personal needs he worked so long and so well to address. (Yes, on rare occasions he helped lead Christian services in WWII when there wasn't a Christian Chaplain available. Psalms are pretty ecumenical and my father took advantage of that under those unusual circumstances.)
.........But I'm glad you recall your father's crisp, snappy salutes. Kavod Hatorah includes many things, and I'm confidant the the JWB would agree with me that a Jewish Chaplain's sharp salute would be among them.
........Thanks for opening your heart and family to the rest of us. Hopefully, by responding in kind, we will help Hashem comfort you among the other mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.
Posted by: martin elsant at May 29, 2006 08:28 PM
When I was a kid in Dallas, we always hosted Jewish soldiers for the High Holy Days and Passover. from Ft Killeen, I think. There were usually two or three of them sleeping on the living room couch and the couch in my father's study.
Posted by: Yehudit at May 29, 2006 10:37 PM
Martin:
Thanks so much for sharing your experiences with us. My father also performed services for Christian soldiers and he was always very proud of this duty which he labeled a mitzvah.
Your very kind closing thoughts are deeply appreciated.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at May 29, 2006 11:51 PM
Yehudit:
What a wonderful mitvah your family performed by hosting Jewish soldiers during the holidays. Yasher Koach to your wonderful family. I certainly hope that people contine with this beautiful tradition. As the Sages teach: "Kol Yisroel arevim zeh lazeh." "All of Israel is responsible one for the other."
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at May 30, 2006 12:00 AM
Robert, a beautiful paean to your dad and his work. And I salute your dad for the work he did.
My daughter recently did a report on Jews in the Civil War, and I came across the story of how Jewish chaplaincy was started during that conflict (as was the idea of Memorial Day).
Here's a link to the interesting story that is worth reading:
http://www.ajhs.org/publications/chapters/chapter.cfm?documentID=200
Posted by: Maurice at May 30, 2006 01:21 AM
Robert, a beautiful paean to your dad and his work. And I salute your dad for the work he did.
My daughter recently did a report on Jews in the Civil War, and I came across the story of how Jewish chaplaincy was started during that conflict (as was the idea of Memorial Day).
Here's a link to the interesting story that is worth reading:
http://www.ajhs.org/publications/chapters/chapter.cfm?documentID=200
Posted by: Maurice at May 30, 2006 01:22 AM
Maurice:
I thank you and of course I'm sure so does my father. Great link. Isn't it odd, all my research in military history and I never bothered to look into the American Jewish chaplaincy.
Well, I'm going to fix that right now.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at May 30, 2006 07:46 AM
Robert: I am honored to offer my salute (accompanied by a hearty "Rangers lead the way, sir") to your father as well. I have been privileged to work with two exceptional chaplains in my career, one Jewish and one Protestant, and both were worth their weight in gold to their units. Thank you, Colonel Avrech, for your example, and your service.
Posted by: Boxer 5 at May 30, 2006 12:40 PM
Boxer5:
Thanks so much for wonderful words and of course for the salute, which I will pass on to my father, via a salute over the phone.
I will be writing more about my father's amazing experiences in the chaplaincy. It is time.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at May 30, 2006 01:58 PM
Robert,
The starting point for any study of the chaplaincy in America is the chapter in Bertram Korn's book "American Jewry and the Civil War." (This was one of the first scholarly works on American Jewish history and it remains the standard work on the subject.) On Jews in the military during the Civil War (and on chaplaincy in specific) you should definitely check out the fine collection of primary documents at http://www.jewish-history.com/civilwar/Default.htm (I gave some lectures on Jews and the Civil War a few years ago and incorporated a lot of documents from this site.) A number of popular works (including reminiscences) have also been published on chaplaincy in the 20th century. As of two years ago there was a JTS PhD student writing on the history of Jewish chaplaincy in America.
Jewish chaplaincy is one of those institutions that really highlight the equality afforded to America's Jewish citizens. This is of even greater import than we realize at first, as the military is one of the most conservative institutions in society. I don't know how it is today, but in the 19th century a regimental chaplain was responsible for the spiritual needs of ALL the members of the regiment, not just those belonging to his denomination. It is thus amazing to consider the 1863 appointment of Rabbi Ferdinand Sarner as the chaplain of 54th New York Volunteer Infantry. (He was discharged from duty after sustaining a wound at Gettysburg.)
Posted by: Ari Kinsberg at May 30, 2006 07:46 PM
The JTS library has a copy of the "Rainbow Haggadah," printed by the Rainbow Division in Germany in 1945 and one of the early Jewish texts published in occupied Germany.
Posted by: Ari Kinsberg at May 30, 2006 09:21 PM
One last thing. If you are interested in personal testimony of other WWII chaplains, you should contact Jacob M. Ott of Los Angeles.
Posted by: Ari Kinsberg at May 30, 2006 09:51 PM
Ari:
Stop! You're overloading my circuits with all this amazing information.
No, seriously, thanks so much. I especially want to see The Rainbow Haggadah. I'm going to call my father in the morning and ask him about it.
Kot Tuv.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at May 30, 2006 10:50 PM
What a wonderful post, Robert!
I know I'm more than 2 years behind in reading this post, but in the comments you said you would be "writing more about my father's amazing experiences in the chaplaincy. It is time."
Have you done so? I would love to read more!
Semper Vigilans,
PJ
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