University photographer recounts war memories
By Jim Veneman
Editor’s note: Jim Veneman,
director of visual communication, spent 10 days covering Operation
Iraqi Freedom for Baptist Press, the national news service of the
Southern Baptist Convention. Veneman, and former Union staff
member Sara Horn, were embedded with troops aboard the U.S.S.
Harry S. Truman, an aircraft carrier in the eastern Mediterranean.
His photographs appeared in Baptist Press as well as Union Today.
Following, are excerpts from an article Veneman penned for The
Cardinal and Cream.
"No sir, we’ll just get a little
wet,” was the response when I asked the airman if the stormy
conditions would impact flight operations that night. He could
easily have been a student at Union, but his career path had taken
him a different direction. He was a member of the crew aboard the
U.S.S. Harry S. Truman, an aircraft carrier in the eastern
Mediterranean.
While still on dry land just hours
before heading for the ship, we were given a hint of the demands we
would encounter during this experience. During a final press
briefing with Navy personnel we were asked to fill out and sign
several documents. The first was related to our physical condition.
Basically, if we had anything much worse than a hangnail we could
forget about setting foot on that ship. Later that day we found out
why.
Although the Truman is quite large,
it is still fairly compact when 5,000 men and women are placed there
to live and work. We witnessed a whirl of activity operating with
precision, each person playing a vital part in accomplishing the
ship’s assignments.
Shortly after we arrived we were
taken to the room that would become our newsroom. It was quite a
distance from our starting point and the public affairs officer
leading the way moved like a frightened deer in a Tennessee forest.
The ladders up, the ladders down, the small hatchways, and the
similarities around every turn began to add up. We were not only
exhausted by the time we arrived, but we were totally lost.
By the time we departed the ship we
had learned how to use the major thoroughfares but were still asking
for directions to many of our destinations. We found out early that
the question would always bring the same response, “Sir, please
follow me.” This was typical of our acceptance aboard this ship. In
a place where we could easily have been seen as a nuisance, we were
treated royally.
In an unexpected way, I was given the
chance to enter into a daily relationship with a part of the ship’s
personnel. The bag carrying the equipment I was to use for
downloading and editing photographs did not make the journey to the
ship. It had taken a detour in Detroit. In order to meet the planned
deadlines, I went to the ship’s photography department and asked for
help. By the time we left the ship, I felt almost like a part of
their team. I was given the opportunity to see a part of the Navy
from the inside. It was like attending a workshop with twenty-four
instructors and one student, me.
The stories we attempted to capture
ran a little deeper than most of the fact-driven headlines of the
day. We looked not only at the work being done on this vessel, but
at the lives behind the operation. Within this floating community
were people no different than anywhere else, even at Union. They had
great days and some not so great. They had friends on the ship, but
missed home so much. Some had joined the Navy to get away from
something, only to find it had followed them there. Many were
looking toward bright futures, while some still wondered where life
would lead. Most were on a search.
Just like here in Jackson, if one
wants to be involved in faith-based activities, there is always
something happening. On this ship are Bible studies, prayer groups,
praise teams, choirs, an “Experiencing God” class, Sunday school,
three services on Sunday, and a chapel left seldom empty.
Aside from scheduled opportunities,
we found within this naval island a growing number whose
Christianity was having an impact. Their faith is not flamboyant or
for show but very real. It was through them that we discovered our
true story.
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