Military Stories

Jeff Campbell

Gulfport, Miss.; Jacksonville, Fla. By On June 17, 2016

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Jeff Campbell was born in New York, but his family moved to Arizona when he was a teenager. That’s where he learned to fly.

“My father pushed, in a good way, to succeed at different things, and one was pushing me to get my pilot’s license. He had put some money aside to do that.”

Jeff went to college, and wanted to become a Navy pilot. There was a problem, however.

“Unfortunately, my vision is not 20/20. All the military services require 20/20 uncorrected vision to fly.”

But Jeff learned more about the cockpit team for tactical fighters.

“There is a member of the air crew, a naval flight officer. Although you don’t get to be a pilot, you work the weapons system, the radar, deploy missiles … you also do the navigation and communications. A lot of people have seen the movie ‘Top Gun,’ and that’s the aircraft I used to fly in, the F-14, from 1982 to 1993.”

And that’s when his health issues began to appear.

“I started to decline physically, shortness of breath, and just not being able to do the things I normally could do. I was writing it off to age. I thought, ‘you’re getting older, getting out of shape.’ Certainly, there was some of that, but it was being accelerated. I went from being able to jog to I could only walk, and no matter how hard I was trying to get back into shape, I continued to decline.”

Jeff’s wife, Lore, is an active duty Navy officer, a Stanford-trained engineer in what used to be called the Seabees, or construction battalions. Jeff has moved with her on her frequent postings, which brought the couple to Jacksonville. A few years ago, Jeff was working out at the NAS Jacksonville gym, and almost passed out.

“They took me over to the emergency room, but couldn’t really identify anything until they put me under a stress test. Once they did that, they saw the EKG, they saw the spikes. Basically, my heart was not firing properly, and ultimately, it was blockages. There were blood clots that had migrated to my pulmonary artery and into my lungs.”

Doctors inserted a metal filter in the return vein to his heart to guard against a clot in his legs traveling there. No one knows for certain what caused the clotting.

“It is often associated with aviation – pressure differentials, varying your altitude, especially in such a dynamic environment.”

Jeff has seen an immediate improvement in his health, his energy and his stamina. Now he’s on to whatever is next.

“My wife has already got some plans for me! She’s done triathlons, all the way up to Ironman level, and has done very well. She’s an impressive woman. That’s still quite a ways down the road. I’m still recovering. Pretty much all I’m doing these days is walking until the heart shrinks a little more.”

And he’s deciding what opportunities he has for work. As with his …

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Cameron Stewart

Spokane, Wash.; Jacksonville, Fla. By On April 29, 2016

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Cameron Stewart is a big man. After high school sports, and tours as Marine medic corps man in Afghanistan and Iraq, he was left with crippling back pain. He became a chiropractor – and his greatest professional talent may be empathy.

Cameron Stewart was born in California, but when he was young, his parents moved the family to eastern Washington.

“When I was 13, the family moved up to Spokane and bought a farm. I went from a beach bum to a farm hand. My parents worked in the medical field, and the farm chores were left to my sister and me. Every day,. we’d get up early and take care of the farm, go to school, come home and do more farm chores, and wake up the next day and do it all over again.”

Cameron was a star athlete in high school. He’s 6’5” and more than 300 pounds. and played football, although his best sport was track, where he threw the discus and hammer. After two years of junior college, and the events of 9/11, he decided to join the Marines and become a medical corp man. But the Marines were at war, and they wanted the big guy out leading troops.

“They looked at me and said, ‘are you sure?’ I was like, Yeah. And they said, ‘go across the hall and talk to the Navy.”

So Cameron trained as a Navy corpsman, and was assigned to a Marine brigade. He married and moved to Hawaii with the Marines. Then his unit went to Afghanistan.

“I married my high school sweetheart. We were doing okay, joined up with the third marines, deployed to Afghanistan. While I was there, my wife filed divorce papers.”

Camaron returned to Hawaii, but his unit deployed again soon, this time to Iraq. Cameron came home once again from war, met the woman to whom he’s now married, finished his enlistment, and went back to college. He slowly began to realize that he was injured, and suffering increasing back pain.

“Nothing was violently done. It riding around in Humvees that were not meant for someone my size, wearing an 80-pound flak jacket with bullet-proof plates on it, and carrying around 300 pounds of equipment on my back. that wear and tear led to lower back injuries.”

Back pain soon took over Cameron’s life.

“I was taking eight Oxycontin a day just to function. It took me two hours on a concrete floor, screaming into a pillow, to relax to the point where I could get a few hours of sleep. My wife had to help me get dressed in the morning, because I couldn’t bend over and touch my toes or ties my own shoes.”

Coincidentally, Cameron Stewart had decided to become a chiropractor, for several reasons.

“I knew that I wanted to be my own boss, and being a chiropractor was one of those ways of looking at that. I’ve always believed in chiropractic, from having a football injury helped …

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Deirdre Clayton

Jacksonville, Fla. By On April 8, 2016

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Deirdre Clayton was widowed at age 30 with two young children. Her career search led back to what she’d wanted to do since she was a teenager – help people. Today, she’s a guidance counselor in a Jacksonville middle school.

Deirdre Clayton grew up in Jacksonville, and became a military wife. Her husband and she had two young children when her husband was killed in a car accident.

“I was 30 years old, and I was very depressed. I had a six-year-old and an 18-month-old, and I didn’t want them to see me depressed.”

So Deirdre, who had worked part-time to make extra money for the family, started thinking about work differently. She got a job at a local credit union.

“I started off in the call center part-time, because I was raising my kids. After they got in school, I was able to dedicate more time to a career. Then, I went back to school and was able to dedicate more time to my career. I got my degree in business. As the kids got older, I was able to go into the mortgage department.”

Deirdre became a loan underwriter, and did that for a number of years.

“When I went to college from high school, I wanted to go into social services. But everyone said, ‘no, you don’t make any money at that.’ So I went into marketing.”

When the housing slump hit in 2006, and mortgages weren’t being written, the thrift sent many of its officers to speak in area schools as community outreach. Deirdre was one of them.

“I loved it! When I came to work every day, I was hoping that they would say, ‘Miss Clayton, go to this school and do some work.’ We’re going into the schools and saying, ‘this is how you do your financial portfolio, this is how you save money.’”

Deirdre was starting to change her view of what she wanted to do with her life.

“I worked in a program at the International Baccalaureate high school, and that became my project. I talked with guidance counselors, and I wanted to do what they did. I talked with one of mentors at the credit union, who said, ‘Miss Clayton, you need to follow that.’ I said, “I can’t afford that!’ and she said, ‘when you’re following your dreams, you can afford it.’”

That didn’t mean she could afford it easily.

“ I applied to the program and got accepted. I cashed in my 401(k), got some student loans, put in my resignation at the credit union. I got a job at my church – it didn’t pay much, but it was just enough.”

Deirdre graduated from the counseling program, and got a job almost immediately. A year later, she got a phone call about a high school guidance counselor position.

“Someone called me who I interned with and said, ‘hey, they got a school counseling position!’ that never happens. To get a job in here, somebody has to die, …

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Kim Stordahl

Jacksonville, Fla. By On March 25, 2016

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Kim Stordahl grew up all over the United States, following her father’s management career. She went into management, as well, and moved with her husband to Jacksonville. That’s when she decided she wanted to do something different.

“I was in restaurant management for 12 years or so. It was fast-paced, it was fun, it was perfect for a younger person, and I just got to a point where it was time to do something else.”

Kim and her husband didn’t have kids, so she was able to take a breather to decide what to do next.

“I knew I wanted to help. I didn’t know who or what I wanted to help, but I knew that I wanted to make a difference besides just serving a good meal. I volunteered at the Humane Society and ended up taking a job there. After getting my bearings in animal rescue, I said, this is it, this is what I was meant to do in the next part of my life.”

But as a trained manager, Kim Stordahl soon recognized a problem area in her new field.

“I got to see a lot of success stories, and I got to see a lot of sad stories, and a lot of those stories were with the older animals.”

We routinely trade in our phones and computers for newer models … but that happens, more than anyone, will admit with pets.

“Puppies and kittens are king. Everybody wants bright, shiny and new. I think a lot of the hesitancy in adopting an older animal – or keeping your older animal – is dealing with death. We have a hard time dealing with death, not just with our pets, but with our families.”

Kim Stordahl founded her own organization, The Old Dog House, to focus on older dogs. To compete with the puppies and kittens mentality, Kim has become somewhat of psychologist and a marketer, since the nexus of the problem isn’t the dogs themselves. It’s their owners.

“They were having a difficult time watching their pet age, dealing with the consequences that come with an aging pet, the financial issues.”

The Old Dog House features photos and videos of the dogs that can be adopted.

“Getting really good photographs and videos showing that they’re still active. They might have some medical issues, but that doesn’t hold them back from just enjoying life. As much as I can, I try to help people understand that you have to focus on the everyday. that’s how dogs live, they live in the here and now.”

Which is why old dog rescue means supporting the owners.

“My hope is that I never have any old dogs to save, because I think that people really do want to keep their animals. One of my big dreams is to have a rehabilitative facility, and that means a warm-water therapy pool.”

And if working with old dogs sounds altruistic, Kim Stordahl says that she gets as much as she gives from …

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Dave Bruderly

Pennsylvania; Kings Point, N.Y.; Jacksonville, Fla.; Gainesville, Fla. By On January 22, 2016

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Dave Bruderly wanted to be a Navy officer, like his father. After graduating from the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy in Kings Point, N.Y. , Dave saw the world from ships. What he learned inspired him to become an environmental consultant who specializes in oceans.

Dave Bruderly grew up in Ohio and Pennsylvania. He greatly admired his father, who had been a submarine commander in World War II. That’s when he came up with a plan that would shape his life.

“I decided I wanted to be a naval officer, and the best way to do that, for me, was to go to the U.S. merchant Marine Academy.”

As with all the service academies, the graduates spent several years in active service after graduation. Dave could have either gone into the Navy, or served on merchant ship. He chose merchant shipping.

“My first ship went to West Africa, to Dakar, Senegal on the SS African Star. You learn leadership, you learn how to manage people you can’t communicate with. Having a big, strong man whose body is covered with tattoos do what you tell him to do, and I’m just a snot-nosed, 17-year-old kid. I went around the world on another ship, the USS Expediter. I remember walking the streets of Karachi, in Pakistan, and people worshiped the United States. They said, ‘we love America, we want to be like you!’”

By the time that Dave Bruderly’s three years of merchant marine service were completed, he’d formed some ideas about where he wanted to go with his life..

“I was starting to get interested in science, and I had an opportunity to become an officer. My first job was on a research vessel operated by Columbia University. We saw what a mess we could make of these otherwise beautiful waters we were sailing in, and it was no better in Houston or New York than it was in Mumbai. When I quit sailing, I went back to graduate school, got a masters in ocean engineering, and became an environmental consultant.”

Since the 1970s, Dave’s work started with cleaning up pollution from ships themselves.

“Ships are like little, tiny cities. You carry everything to sustain the crew on that ship. I began by creating pollution, emptying the bilges into the harbor.”

But in the years since, he’s broadened his focus to pollution on a larger scope.

“After 20 years in the environmental consulting busine4ss, I realized that even though we live on a huge planet, it’s a water planet that’s extremely fragile. We choose to make a lot of decision that serve our short-term needs, and we discount the future. We could have changed our economy from petroleum-based fuels a long time ago, had we simply paid attention to the scientists who were telling us that pollution is bad for all things living, and being proactive about reducing pollution to the maximum extent possible.

“We are very unique in Jacksonville in that we can take a leadership position in transitioning to …

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Sally Steinauer

Jacksonville, Fla.; Seattle,Wash. By On September 25, 2015

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Sally Steinauer was from Seattle, and she first came to Jacksonville because of the Navy. “I was married to someone who was in the Navy. I loved Jacksonville and I decided that I would stay here.”

Sally and her husband divorced, and Sally went to work for the city of Jacksonville. “I worked for the city for 22 years, running a couple of senior programs. And then, the blessed retirement day came — and life has been good ever since!”

Sally volunteered during her working days. “I was a volunteer with several organization, including the Florida Native Plant Society. I kind of knew what I wanted to do more of. I wanted to do more for the environment, because I could see that we were not going in the right direction, and everybody needed to pitch in, and I could pitch in, too. And I loved it, it was fun.”

And like a lot of people who volunteer, sally found an interest that would become her focus. It started with the 1920s Prairie-style house in Riverside that she bought while she was working. Sally wanted to replace the landscaping. “The house and the lot were entirely encased with azalea bushes that had not been taken care of for years. And then there were vines that grew into the trees.”

Sally had never been a gardener, but she heard about a group that talked about native plants as an alternative. “I needed to learn more about what I should plant in my yard. I started looking around, and saw that the groups that met about plants met during the day, and I was still at work. Plus they met about roses and day lilies, and that’s not what I wanted.

“I didn’t know a native plant from a blackberry bush. And then I saw an ad for the Florida Horticulture Study Group that met one Saturday a month at the Zoo. I thought, oh, that sounds exciting! Let me see what that’s about. The leader of the group started talking about native plants, and the light bulb started to go on.

“We also had a sale after the meeting where we could purchase native plants, and I started buying a few, putting them here, putting them there. And then I saw that I was getting butterflies! and bees and birds. I got bit by the bug.”

Sally Steinauer eventually became the president of the local chapter of the Florida Native Plant Society. But the real benefit of the plants, she says, happens in her back yard. The animals know her.

“Oh, I know they do. My back yard is actually a gated community — to get in, your name must start with a ‘B’. You must be a bird, or a bee or a butterfly to be welcome in my back yard. And when I go out and I haven’t put any bird seed out, yeah, they start squawking. Many of them are very tame; I can out do things …

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Od’Juan Whitfield

Jacksonville, Fla.; Savannah, Ga.,; Indianapolis, Ind. By On August 21, 2015

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Od’Juan Whitfield grew up in Indianapolis, and served in the Army in Iraq during the Gulf War. After he left the service, his wife, baby and he moved to Jacksonville. “We wanted to stay in the South, but we wanted someplace bigger than Savannah, Georgia, and Jacksonville was the closest.”

Od’Juan reinserted himself back into civilian life. “I started back off truck-driving because that’s what I’d done before going in the service. But that was too much over-the-road, so I went into sales, first cars, then contractor supply sales.”

His problem was something closer to home. “When we came here to Jacksonville, my wife and I had issues. She like to fight — with her fists.”

Od’Juan moved out. “I let her have the house and evedrything in it. I was the only one working, so I continued to work and lived on the streets. I’d pay the bills and keep maybe $30 a month for myself.”

As a working homeless person, Od’Juan figured out some shortcuts. “The company opened its doors at 6 a.m., and they had a gym on the first floor. So I’d store my clothes in a locker, shower there and go to work early. People thought, man, you are dedicated … but I didn’t have nowhere else to go.”

But it become difficult to work, Od’Juan says, since it’s not safe for the homeless to sleep too soundly at night. Eventually, he lost his job. “That was rock-bottom. I felt like a failure as a father, as a husband, as a person. But I couldn’t feel too sorry for myself, even though I tried. My son was constantly on me to get out of the situation I was in.”

Od’Juan heard about the Sulzbacher Center, which provides food, a bed and other services to the homeless. He stayed for six months, then attempted to put his marriage back together, but ended up homeless again after six months. That was in 2007. “I did not go back to the Sulzbacher Center to stay, because I was too embarrassed. Then I heard that they were hiring an outreach director to work with the homeless people they serve. I thought, ‘they’re not going to hire me — I used to stay here!’”

But that was exactly why they wanted Od’Juan Whitfield for an outreach job. “They hired me in December 2007, a day before my birthday, and I’ve been there ever since.”

Being homeless didn’t really change Od’Juan Whitfield … but working with the homeless has given him an opportunity to grow as a person. “Everybody’s story is different. I have the compassion now, and I understand it better. I can relate to almost every single person that’s come through the Sulzbacher Center. It’s changed me in the sense that it’s made me see them as people. A lot of people try to look over homelessness, like ‘I don’t want to see them, and I’ll just look away as if they’re no there.’ But it made me …

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Susan King

Jacksonville Beach, Fla.; New Orleans, La.; San Diego, Calif. By On July 24, 2015

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Susan King is from California, and came here for a job transfer.

“I was born in San Diego, and went to high school there. My father was a Navy helicopter pilot, so there was a lot of moving around in between. I became an accountant, and got a job right of college with KPMG in New Orleans. A few years later, I transferred to Jacksonville to take a tax position. I had some friends, moved to the beach, and never left.”

After working in accounting, Susan held several executive positions in other firms. Then she decided to leave the business world entirely. She heard about an opening for executive director of BEAM, the Beaches Emergency Assistance Ministry, a 30-year-old non-profit that provided, rent assistance and other services at the beaches.

“I had wanted to move into the non-profit sector. It was in my heart, but I had two kids in college, and thought it was just a pipe dream. but when they graduated, I heard about this job — and my husband went along with it. I just felt a passion for the work, and I have not been disappointed one day since I came to work here.”

That was almost four years ago. Susan brought her financial management experience to bear right away.

“The organization was not in great shape financially, so it was a great opportunity to use my financial expertise to help the organization. We’ve made a lot of changes in those four years. Thirty years ago, it was a checkbook and a cabinet with some canned goods, started by some local ministers. Our mission is always to help people through financial crises, so that people don’t fall off that cliff that can land you on the street.”

Susan learned quickly, as many non-profit executives do, that fundraising is job number one.

“I probably knew it, but didn’t really assimilate it into my day-to-day. It’s all about cultivating donor relations, being a good steward of those donations, grant writing … you’re always looking to keep your agency on solid ground.”

The workload is heavier than she expected.

“You really can’t turn it off. It’s not a 9-to-5 jobs, because so many of the meetings and speaking engagements are in the evenings and on weekends. The demands of the job are more than I had imagined, but the rewards far exceed anything than I could have imagined. You can personally impact someone’s life and change it for the better.

She’s picked up new skills … including public speaking.

“I probably know a lot more people! An accountant is not exactly out there. I meet a lot more people now, raising money and talking about our mission. I find that if you are passionate, it’s a lot easier. I hear the most articulate, amazing speakers since I’ve been in the non-profit sector, and I think it’s because passion makes you eloquent.”

And as much as Susan King has changed the organization she heads, the job has changed her, …

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James Rivera

Boonton, N.J.; Jacksonville Beach, Fla. By On July 3, 2015


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James Rivera grew up in Boonton, a small town in northern New Jersey. After he graduated, James worked at an auto dealer’s repair shop. He wasn’t happy there.

“It wasn’t working out. I was bored, and needed to challenge myself. So I joined the Marines, just after my 26th birthday in May 2001.”

James signed up for the infantry, and trained in motor transport. After 9/11, his unit didn’t go overseas right away. But when they did, in 2004, they were sent to Fallujah. And that’s where his day occurred, while James was driving a humvee.

“August 22, 2004. We were on a routine mission from Camp Fallujah to Abu Ghraib prison. It was just like a movie — I said to my friend, ‘this is one of the easiest missions we’ve had.’ Sure enough, a mile down the road the IED bomb went off about 12 feet away on our left side. It was the loudest sound, one I’ve never heard and will never hear again, hopefully.

“When I opened my eyes, the humvee was filled with dust and the windshield was blown out. I knew I had to get us out of the kill zone, so I gunned it and drove straight ahead, just like they do in NASCAR after a crash. What saved us what that they put the bomb under the road, and the pavement absorbed the brunt of the blast.”

James had taken the worst of it, with shrapnel, debris and glass embedded into the left side of his face. He was treated and served out his enlistment. It wasn’t until a couple of years later that he realized … things were not right.

“Every vehicle was questioned, every little piece of debris was suspect. I drove in the middle of the road, if I could. I was angry all the time, and listless. I had no motivation to do anything.”

A Veterans Affairs counselor in Houston, where James was living, told him about the TRAC program in Jacksonville that Wounded Warrior Project developed to help veterans like James move their lives forward.

The program also put James on a career path for something he enjoys.

“My externship was with the City of Jacksonville’s solid waste division. About a year ago, a contractor hired me to do the clean-out of foreclosed homes, and that’s going really well.”

James’ personal life also is going well.

“I have a wonderful girlfriend whom I’ve known for a few years. We’re living together now. It’s a big step but we see a future together. She wants to get into graphic design, and we may be moving to Los Angeles in a year or so. She’ll be able to work on her career, and with what I do, I can pick up and start over anywhere.”

James still scans the side of roads.

“I realized that hyper-vigilance stays with you. I’ve talked to Vietnam veterans who’re still suffering from PTSD. It’s the new normal.”…

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Delores West

Jacksonville, Fla.; Miami, Fla. By On June 26, 2015

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Delores West was born in Jacksonville, but spent most of her life in Miami.

“My grandparents moved to Miami when my mother was fourteen and pregnant with me. We lived in an inner-city neighborhood called Overtown. The apartments were very small – i think maybe 500 square feet – but it felt like a mansion.”

Overtown was a poor but vibrant community in the years before the riot of 1980.

“We ate lunch at the public parks. I spent a lot of time with my grandmother, and I remember that she could make a list and send me to the store, and Mr. Foster would just give it to me and put it on credit. I remember the barber shop, the owner worked in the coroner’s office, but he owned the barber shop and also had a record shop.”

Delores graduated from high school and enlisted in the army. Before she reported for induction, though, there was a detour.

“I got married behind my mother’s back … a man 23 years older than I was. I wanted to get pregnant quickly so I wouldn’t have to go into the service, but I didn’t get pregnant.”

Delores served her two-year enlistment and started her family. She became a nail technician, which is what brought her back to Jacksonville.

“I was a nail technician for 25 years, working at a shop and for private clients on South Beach. I got an offer from a company that was putting up a spa here.”

Over years of working with regular and new clients, Delores developed a particular skill.

“When people are talking to me, I really listen to what they’re saying, figuring out what their need is and if I can help them. I have the heart of a servant. People today just don’t take the time to listen to others. Everybody’s caught up into their own thing.”

One person who noticed Delores’ ability to listen is her current employer, the owner of a real estate agency.

“As fate would have it, the spa closed. So my employer called and said, ‘I have a job, it’s not anything you’ve and it’s only part-time, but you’d be perfect for it.’ I said I’d give it try, and she said, ‘you’ll be fine, the way you love people.’”

Even though Delores West had had no experience in real estate, she was offered a job as a receptionist at the agency, and is working on getting her sales license. It’s an industry she plans to stay in.

“I like it a lot. I didn’t pass my test the first time, but I’ll take it again as long as I need to. I look forward to doing that.”

Over the past few years, her children and grandchildren have relocated to Northeast Florida.

“I have three children and five grandchildren, with another grandchild on the way in November. They all came up here to be with me, one after the other. My family is so important to me, …

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