Running My First Marathon

Twenty five years ago this month, Chaplain (Captain) Mike Suttle of Little Rock, Arkansas asked me if I wanted to join him in the 1991 running of the Frankfurt Marathon, our entry fees fully paid for by USAREUR (US Army Europe). At the time, I was a Private First Class (E-3) and Chaplain Suttle’s driver (our CUCVEE was aptly named “The Holy Roller”). He wanted to prove to the rest of the 15th Ordnance Battalion that a man of God (and his driver, apparently) could knock out 26.2 miles with little more than a shrug. I was compelled to say…