In the military, a combatant command is the ultimate job. It's the pointy tip of the spear, overseeing the people carrying the rifles and flying the aircraft.

If I still had my legs, I would be in line for a battalion command, and instead, I'm flying a desk.

I'm glad that people know my military service. But, like this nation, we are more than our military. And the rest of our story is the same as the rest of my story.

I commanded an Army unit, and I placed the highest priority on a commander's authority to lead, manage, and discipline the men and women under his or her command within the Uniform Code of Military Justice.

The military is a place of discipline, technical proficiency, and personal sacrifice for the greater good.

My therapist would be so happy to know I'm doing all this walking. They've done a great job of putting me back together, haven't they?