Indivisible: A Novelization

by Travis Thrasher, Darren and Heather Turner (Foreword by)

Overview

Inspired by true events, Indivisible is a story of love, service, and finding each other all over again.

Darren and Heather Turner share a passion for serving God, family, and country. When Darren is deployed to Iraq as an army chaplain, Heather vows to serve military families back home as she cares for the couple’s three young children.

Darren knows he’s overseas to support the troops in their suffering as their chaplain. What he doesn’t know is how he will get through his own dark moments. And as communication from Darren dwindles, Heather wonders what is happening in her husband’s heart. Meanwhile, she’s growing weary in the day-to-day life of a military base—each child’s milestone Darren will never see, each month waiting for orders, each late-night knock on the door.

When Darren returns, he is no longer the husband Heather once knew. She is no longer the woman Darren wed. And so it’s at home that the Turners face their biggest battle: to save their marriage.

Based on the screen play by David Evans, Indivisible is a tribute to the beauty of serving our country, the courage of choosing love in the darkness, and the power of a God who never gives up hope.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780785224068
Publisher:	Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date:	10/23/2018
Sold by:	HarperCollins Publishing
Format:	eBook
Pages:	336
Sales rank:	872,847
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

Best-selling author Travis Thrasher has written more than fifty books and worked in the publishing industry for more than twenty years. He has penned fiction in a variety of genres, and his inspirational stories include collaborations with filmmakers, musicians, athletes, and pastors. Travis lives with his wife and three daughters in Grand Rapids, Michigan.  

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CHAPTER 1

Winter and Spring 2007

1

Twenty-one days before signing into Fort Stewart, Darren Turner listened to the president addressing the nation on television, not to hear what America was doing abroad, but to learn where he might possibly be headed in a few months.

"Good evening." President George W. Bush spoke from the Oval Office in the White House. "Tonight in Iraq, the armed forces of the United States are engaged in a struggle that will determine the direction of the global war on terror and our safety here at home. The new strategy I outline tonight will change America's course in Iraq and help us succeed in the fight against terror."

The children were asleep, Elie and Sam in their beds, infant Meribeth snug in Heather's arms. Darren turned up the volume and shifted on the couch, his focus solely on the president as he spoke about the historic elections in Iraq two years earlier and the hope that they might bring the people together — resulting in a need for fewer American troops.

"But in 2006, the opposite happened. The violence in Iraq, particularly in Baghdad, overwhelmed the political gains the Iraqis had made. Al-Qaeda terrorists and Sunni insurgents recognized the mortal danger that Iraq's elections posed for their cause. And they responded with outrageous acts of murder aimed at innocent Iraqis."

Darren glanced over at his wife as President Bush continued. He could see the concern in her expression.

"The situation in Iraq is unacceptable to the American people, and it is unacceptable to me. Our troops in Iraq have fought bravely. They have done everything we have asked them to do. Where mistakes have been made, the responsibility rests with me. It is clear that we need to change our strategy in Iraq."

Darren knew there was a big reason for the president to be talking to the American public on this Wednesday night in January. He was leading up to an announcement.

Only a year ago, he and Heather would have been watching like the rest of the country, listening to hear what was happening to other men in foreign countries. Now, however, he watched and waited to hear what might be happening to him.

"Our past efforts to secure Baghdad failed for two principal reasons: there were not enough Iraqi and American troops to secure neighborhoods that had been cleared of terrorists and insurgents, and there were too many restrictions on the troops we did have."

The president spoke about a new plan that could work, how the Iraqi army and national police brigades and local police would be engaged in operating locally to conduct patrols, set up checkpoints, and go door-to-door to gain the trust of Baghdad residents.

"This is a strong commitment," President Bush stated. "But for it to succeed, our commanders say the Iraqis will need our help."

This time Darren didn't look at Heather. He stared at the screen, anticipating what was coming next.

"So America will change our strategy to help the Iraqis carry out their campaign to put down sectarian violence and bring security to the people of Baghdad. This will require increasing American force levels. So I have committed more than twenty thousand additional American troops to Iraq. The vast majority of them — five brigades — will be deployed to Baghdad. These troops will work alongside Iraqi units and be embedded in their formations. Our troops will have a well-defined mission: to help Iraqis clear and secure neighborhoods, to help them protect the local population, and to help ensure that the Iraqi forces left behind are capable of providing the security that Baghdad needs."

Darren moved over and reached for Heather's arm that held the sleeping baby. He smiled, letting her know that things were going to be okay, that God had this taken care of and they shouldn't worry. He knew she was thinking the same thing, yet both of them felt the gravity of this moment sink over them.

Twenty thousand additional troops.

Will I be one of them? Darren wondered. He pictured their children and what it would be like to say goodbye to them.

This is the choice I made. The choice we made.

President Bush was still speaking. "Will America withdraw and yield the future of that country to the extremists, or will we stand with the Iraqis who have made the choice for freedom? Let me be clear: The terrorists and insurgents in Iraq are without conscience, and they will make the year ahead bloody and violent. Even if our new strategy works exactly as planned, deadly acts of violence will continue. And we must expect more Iraqi and American casualties."

This is our new reality. And we've known about it ever since I chose to join the army.

2

What am I here for?

The question whispered deep inside of him once again. It was a question he'd been born with and carried around like a shadow his entire life. During his wild and reckless days in college it grew louder, trying to get his attention, urging him to want more out of his meaningless life. So one spring break, instead of continuing to party with his classmates on a beach in Florida, Darren returned home to Canton, Georgia. He also returned to the pages of the New Testament.

He didn't need to "find himself." Darren needed to find faith in someone else. Realizing it might appear to be foolish and against all that common sense might suggest, he turned his heart over to Jesus Christ, deciding to follow Him. In whatever fashion and form that meant.

What am I destined for? This was the new question that he began to ask.

It remained with him as a student teacher during his senior year at UGA. After graduating in 1997, the question followed him all the way to a teaching position in Mongolia, then back to his alma mater a year later, where he became a part-time campus pastor. After two years, as Darren continued to wonder what God wanted for his life, a door opened for a full-time assistant pastor job at a church in Athens, Georgia.

Deciding to follow Jesus meant saying "Not my will, but Yours be done" ... and Darren knew it could get messy and uncomfortable sometimes.

After four years of marriage, Darren and Heather began talking about options other than what they were doing in their church ministry. One of Heather's college friends had married an army chaplain, but at the time that hadn't stirred their interest. They wanted to invest their time and family with a group they could live life with.

Yet Darren always continued to ask: How am I supposed to serve, Lord?

One morning in early January of 2004, he was reading from Psalm 27 when the verses grabbed him. David wrote that even though an army was camped around him and war rose against him, he would be confident in the Lord and not fear. "One thing I ask from the Lord, / this only do I seek: / that I may dwell in the house of the Lord / all the days of my life, / to gaze on the beauty of the Lord / and to seek him in his temple" (Ps. 27:4).

Darren knew right at that moment that this was what he wanted to do. He wanted to bring faith and confidence in Christ into a place of war. Not long after that, he and Heather spoke to the chaplain who was married to her friend, and then they called an army recruiter. Everything happened quickly, and by August Darren had resigned from his church position and enrolled in seminary.

Now, as he lay awake thinking of President Bush's words to the American public earlier that night, he asked himself another question.

What am I made of?

Each step on the ladder of his life had led to this place. He believed the president's words when he said, "In these dangerous times, the United States is blessed to have extraordinary and self less men and women willing to step forward and defend us." Darren knew it was true that they "serve far from their families, who make the quiet sacrifices of lonely holidays and empty chairs at the dinner table. They have watched their comrades give their lives to ensure our liberty."

Darren knew who he was, and that God had shaped him with His hands to bring him to this point in his life. Not only had he been called to serve, but he knew he was called to help soothe the souls savaged by the war.

Would he be headed overseas to serve? If he went to Iraq, what would he find there?

What am I made of? He shifted in the bed.

He looked at his wife, sleeping peacefully beside him, and prayed they would both be steadfast and strong as they faced the future.

3

The noise of the four children playing in the living room gave Heather a feeling she hadn't experienced since moving into their new home: normalcy. For the first time, she felt normal again, even though sheets were still draped over chairs and tables and they were still searching in moving boxes for items like the coffeemaker. The rowdy fun the kids were having with the tent they had set up in the living room and named Fort Bumblefoot was something they would have done back at their old house. It had only been a few days, but slowly and surely, she knew they would grow used to living on the army base.

When they had first pulled up to Fort Stewart, she had read the sign at the front of the base: Welcome to Fort Stewart, Georgia, an Army Community of Excellence. Below its logo were the words The world's best installation to train, deploy, live and raise a family. The February morning had been like today, a cool forty-five degrees with clear skies that showed off the 280,000 acres about an hour west of Savannah. The base contained everything, from ponds and waterfronts to the Heritage Chapel and medical and training facilities. Their neighborhood consisted of pretty suburban houses with small and well-maintained lawns and lots of young families like theirs.

Normally Heather might have suggested that the children set up their tent somewhere other than the living room, but since everything was still in a bit of disorder, she figured they might as well have some fun. As she peered into the room, looking for her husband, she was greeted by almost-four-year-old Sam's shouts of "Pow pow pow!" He was guarding the entrance to the fort, his Armor of God costume hanging off his shoulders while he swiped the plastic sword in the air and made swishing sounds as he fended off the artillery from the unseen enemy. He waited for his big sister to come around to the front and join him.

"No one gets past Electric Elie!" she shouted as she adjusted the tinfoil wrapped around her forehead and wrists.

"Or Samurai Sam!"

Even though Elie was eight, she wasn't too big to play with her little brother. She spun around and saw six-month-old Meribeth crawling on the carpet toward the tent.

"Oh no!" Elie cried out. "An in-surgeon!"

Sam steadied himself at the base of their fort. "Quick. Secure the gate!"

Heather watched all this with a grin on her face. "Okay, send the commander back to HQ," she told the kids. "He has three more boxes to unpack. And stop calling your sister an insurgent."

"The commander doesn't have time for boxes," Sam called out. "Fort Bumblefoot is taking fire." He tossed a pillow high into the air, shouting, "Incoming!"

Just then her biggest "child" bolted out of the tent, wearing his army combat uniform and commanding, "Pull back! Pull back!" Darren quickly scooped up Sam and then Elie, pulling them into the safety of the tent, while three children giggled and screamed in joy. Then silence covered the room, with a round of shushes coming from the soldiers inside the fort.

Heather shook her head and tiptoed over to the back of the tent. She burst through the f laps and startled them, howling as she began tickling the kids.

"Sneak attack, sneak attack!" Darren cried. "Evacuate!"

While the kids piled out of the tent to escape, screaming and laughing, Heather called out behind them. "Careful. Don't tear my sheets." Then she leaned over and fell into Darren's lap.

He gave an exaggerated "Oof" and called out, "I'm trapped! Save yourselves. Run!"

The pitter-patter of feet running down the hall followed by echoes of laughter were sounds she would never grow tired of. Meribeth tried her best to keep up, crawling in her own little way to chase Sam and Elie. Capturing her breath and looking up at her husband, Heather once again felt normal, resting there in Darren's strong arms.

"And don't come back for fifteen minutes!" she called, as Darren smiled his approval. He gently kissed her, then studied her for a moment. She felt like she was a kid again too, and was making out with the homecoming king.

"It's good to hear you guys having fun," she said in a soft tone.

"It's good playing with them. Especially Elie."

The move had been toughest on their bright second grader, who had hated saying goodbye to her friends.

"The house feels cozy," Heather said.

"Or maybe it's just me," Darren said as he snuggled closer to her. "I kinda like Fort Bumblefoot. What about you?"

Before she could answer, a high-pitched squeal of tires came from out in their front lawn. They gave each other questioning glances, then she led the way out of the tent to see what was going on. Looking through the front window, they saw a truck in the middle of the lawn at the house directly across the street. A man in uniform was at the door, pounding on it and shouting.

Darren quickly headed to the garage, no doubt wanting to see if there was anything he should do, so Heather followed. They navigated past stacks of moving boxes and other items filling up the garage as they heard the shouting across the street.

"Tonya! If you changed these locks again on my own house —"

The door opened and a woman appeared, staring up at her husband and refusing to budge an inch.

"Really?" she said. "This is what 'I promise to do better' looks like?"

"Just let me in," the man said, trying to shove past her, but the woman stood her ground.

Heather felt like they should go back inside, not watch and listen like nosy strangers.

"You smell like a whiskey plant," the woman said.

"I'll sleep it off, don't worry."

"After a long walk, maybe, because it won't be here."

The woman looked about Heather's age, short with caramel-colored skin and an expression on her face that said she would not suffer fools lightly. Heather doubted this was the first time the couple had argued like this. As the woman started to shut the door in her husband's face, his arm stopped it from closing all the way.

"You know I got your commander on speed dial?" she said. "So help me, Michael, you can quit caring about me, but you better find a way to be the man those little girls in there need you to be. No — deserve — for you to be. Or more than the old door locks will disappear."

For a moment the man stood there, then he turned around and strode to his truck, which was still running. As he was climbing in he noticed Heather and Darren watching.

"Hey!" he called out to them. "Mind your own business!"

Heather quickly grabbed a box to at least pretend like she was in the garage for some other reason than to snoop. Darren was still standing there, his gaze unmoving.

"Honey, he's staring right at you. Pick up a box."

Instead Darren waved while the truck accelerated down the street. Heather couldn't believe it, yet she felt a little better seeing the driver's hand giving a subdued wave back. As the sound of the truck faded, the woman on her doorstep was joined by two girls, one at either side.

Darren turned around, his friendly expression not having changed a bit.

"Well," he said to Heather. "Guess we met the neighbors."

4

Darren believed these words from one of his favorite books, Wild at Heart by John Eldredge: Every man is a warrior inside. But the choice to fight is his own. Yes, the choice to fight was his own, but the choice facing him now was when he would actually decide to go. That decision wasn't his alone to make. Heather needed to weigh in as well.

Two weeks after signing into Fort Stewart, Darren met with the division chaplain to see where they would be putting him. Once President Bush announced the surge, it was a foregone conclusion that he would eventually be heading over to Iraq. The only question was when.

After taking his first couple of weeks to in-process into the army, Darren learned he would be deploying with a unit at a later date. He met with fellow chaplains and his future chaplain's assistant from this brigade. Everything seemed set; he knew the brigade he'd be serving with and started to get to know the men and women in it.

Then suddenly everything changed. He was told they were putting him in an infantry brigade, one that was surging. Both the division chaplain and the brigade chaplain asked him if he was okay with the change, and he said yes — but he wanted to talk with Heather about it first.

As always, his wife's response was levelheaded and thoughtful.

(Continues…)

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