Major Alan Rogers; Photo: US Army
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Memorial
Day is a special time for Americans who have
lost loved ones to the service of our country.
The families and friends of the more than
4,000 American service members killed in Iraq
since 2003 share a special bond rooted equally
in grief and pride, emotions we will share as
we mark Memorial Day once again this year.
This Memorial Day is particularly salient for
me this year as I remember the life of my
friend and colleague, Major
Alan Rogers. As many people now know, Alan
was killed in Iraq by an IED on January 27,
2008. According to his commander, he shielded
two others from the blast, who likely would
have been killed were it not for Alan’s
bravery. Alan was laid to rest at
Arlington National Cemetery on March 14th,
2008, in the
presence of more than two hundred grieving but
proud friends, fellow soldiers, and family
members.
I knew Alan through my work here at
Servicemembers Legal Defense Network and
through our mutual activism in the DC |
Chapter
of American Veterans for Equal Rights. He was
a student at Georgetown University, pursuing a
master’s degree through a prestigious Army
fellowship program, when I first met him.
Because
of my familiarity with the legal ins and outs
of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” and the Military
Readiness Enhancement Act, a bill that
would repeal that law, Alan interviewed me for
his final paper for school. I used to chide
him for being so “out” to so many people,
and worried that some day the fact that he was
gay would get back to the military and spell
the end of his career. I worried that his
choice of topic for his final paper might
raise eyebrows, and cause him to be
discovered. But he seemed fearless, confident
that he’d make it through his career without
his sexual orientation getting in the way. In
the end, I guess he was right.
When I first learned of Alan’s death through
an email I received at work from a mutual
friend, I was stunned. I walked dazed into the
office of a good friend and colleague and
cried bitterly. I cried because none of us
would ever see Alan’s beautiful smile again,
except in photographs and in our minds’
eyes. I cried because it was unbearable to
think of this beautiful and gentle person
being ripped apart by an IED in a foreign
land. I cried because Alan was so good.
He was one of the kindest, most generous,
thoughtful, genuinely good people I have ever
known. And he was gone, and nothing would ever
change that.
In additional to this grief, which I am sure
is typical of that felt by everyone who loses
a friend or loved one to war, my grief was
compounded by the knowledge that Alan would
not live to see the day when the Army he loved
so dearly would accept him for who he was.
Alan was so many things to so many people –
he was a friend and mentor, an exemplary
commander, a co-worker, a student – many of
us didn’t even know until after his passing
that he was an ordained minister. And all of
these parts of Alan’s life were shared and
celebrated by those who knew him and grieved
his loss, and those who reported on his death
in the papers. But the fact that he was gay
was taboo.
I don’t think that people are defined
primarily by the sexual orientation, but I
think it’s a part of any person’s life. If
I died tomorrow, my obituary would include
mention of my loving husband and my kids –
it’s a part of my life, just as much as
anything else. But because Alan was gay, this
part of his life would have been buried with
him if it weren’t for the efforts of friends
who insisted on telling Alan’s story –
including the fact that he was gay.
Why does it matter? Why should anyone need to
know that Alan Rogers, an American patriot who
died doing what he loved most – serving our
country – also happened to be gay?
It matters because in our country the law says
that gay people who want to serve in our
nation’s Armed Forces have to conceal their
identity for the privilege of doing so. And as
a result, thousands of very good, fair, and
decent straight service members have no idea
how many of the phenomenal people they work
with every day also happen to be gay. This
invisibility creates an environment of
complacency about “Don’t Ask, Don’t
Tell” and what it requires of gay Americans
in uniform. And change does not happen in an
environment of complacency.
This part of Alan’s story is important
because Alan can put a face on gay service
members in his death, even if he couldn’t
during his life. Alan was by every metric an
utterly superb Army officer. He gave his life
for our country, and saved two other lives in
the course of sacrificing his own. He also
happened to be gay. So why do we have a law in
this country that makes Alan’s life less
worthy than any other? Why should Alan have
had to sacrifice the freedom to live honestly
among his military peers, to date and maybe
even find someone special enough to spend his
life with? Why did he have to give so much
more as a privilege of serving our
country? These are the questions Alan’s life
and death pose for all of us.
Alan’s funeral at Arlington was beautiful.
The solemn procession of people that followed
the caisson bearing Alan’s casket came from
all walks of life. Alan touched so many lives
so profoundly, that people came from literally
all over the world to pay their final respects
to him. And there, at that funeral, the many
worlds in which Alan lived came together at
last. Active duty friends and former
colleagues in dress uniform stood beside a
large cadre of gay veteran friends of
Alan’s. The sea of faces contained members
of every race, young and old. A few brave gay
active duty service members even came to pay
their respects, nervously doing their best to
keep their distance from the gay veterans they
knew there, and trying instead to blend in
with the other uniforms in the crowd.
Sometimes I noticed people eying each other
uneasily, as if they were wondering about each
other’s connections to Alan.
After the funeral, I saw an officer with whom
I served as a young lieutenant many years ago.
I walked across the lawn and called his name,
and within seconds we were reminiscing about
our younger years serving together overseas.
He asked me what I was doing now, and I told
him I’m working to repeal the ban on gays in
the military. He was supportive. “We need
all the good people we can get,” he said.
I asked him how he knew Alan, and he said they
were classmates together at Georgetown. He
asked me how I knew Alan, and I hesitated for
a moment. Finally, I looked my old colleague
in the eye, and I said very cautiously, “I
knew him through my work."
A brief pause followed. “Wow,” my old
colleague responded. “There was so much
about Alan I never knew."
There was so much about Alan that people never
knew. I’m still grieving his loss, as I know
so many others are as well. And I’m
intensely proud to have called him my friend. |