


Hello everyone. Well...it actually happened...I got promoted. Major Mike Duguay at 18 ADR promoted me in the Mess this evening. Further, I just received word this afternoon that I will become a member of the Supplementary Reserve within days...for the time being at least, my active days in the Canadian Forces are at an end. For those privy to the story, the last four years have been an excellent experience and at the same time, an uphill battle.
Several people have asked me what this promotion means. For now anyway, no it does not mean more money, as I have not been paid by the CF since 2007. Neither does it necessarily mean that there are more options open to me as a Chaplain in the Canadian Forces. What it does mean to me is the capstone to my training, and closure. Plus it's pretty cool that, according to QR&O 3.13 I get to use the word (Retired) after my name when I address myself as Lt. Aaron Roth (Ret'd).
Honestly though, none of this may really explain why tonight was such an important piece of my life. Yes, I've been a Padre for 4 years. However, my experience with the military goes back 13 years (16 if you count cadets). Tonight is the fulfillment of a long held dream that I had as a boy and the satisfaction of some very painful experiences in my life. Being a Padre, the rank does not really matter. Once upon a time, the rank of a Padre was automatically the rank of the person they were talking to. Really, it's only for pay purposes and to designate managerial authority in the branch. However, for me personally it does represent so much more.
From the time I was about 8 or 9, I wanted to be an army officer. In high school I entered the cadets and had a lot of success and learned many things. I became a Warrant Officer, and even was the Platoon WO for 22 Platoon of Golf Company at VACSTC in 1997. Finally, the opportunity to become an army officer presented itself when I was enrolled as an Artillery - Air Defence Officer Cadet on February 11, 1998 at the tender age of 18. It all seemed to be so good. Although looking back I can see how really unprepared I was. The brick wall of life hit me hard in the summer of 1998 when I went to CFB Gagetown, NB for my Phase I and Phase II. I passed my Phase I without a great deal of difficulty and got through 1/2 of phase II when it became clear to me that the NCOs who were instructing me had recognized that I was not ready for the job...and I wasn't. I was RTU'd 5 weeks before completion of the course. All I had left to do was my evaluation on establishing a defense, a section attack, and a patrol. This was the most painful experience I had in my life up to this point. I was positively devastated. My long held dream was crushed. It was not much longer and I left the Canadian Forces for the first time in November of 1998.
The following year, I was asked by my CO, Capt. Bob Steadman, at 2296 cadet corps to become a CIC officer. So...I did. I reenrolled as an officer cadet. But because I could not get away to Edmonton for my Basic Officer Qualification course, I was not commissioned and remained an Officer Cadet for 1 1/2 years until I decided to focus on some other areas of my life, namely academics and politics.
Fast forward to 2006. I was a second year seminarian at St. Joseph's Seminary in Edmonton and the vocations director, Fr. Paul Moret, came around asking if any of us might be interested in doing a summer program with the military gearing towards becoming a Reserve Chaplain. It never even occured to me before that this was an option. After speaking with Archbishop Collins and the Rector of the Seminary, I jumped at the opportunity. I was again enrolled in the Canadian Forces as an Officer Cadet Chaplain in April 2006. I was off to CFB Borden at the end of April for my Chaplain Basic Officer Training Course (Phase I). Mindful of my past experiences, I had to pass this course, and I did. In fact I was awarded most distinguished candidate at the graduation parade in late May 2006. Eight years after making such a "balls of it" in Gagetown, I had managed to actually succeed in the military. Shortly thereafter, off I went to CFB Esquimalt to work as a student chaplain under the Formation Chaplain, LCdr John Domotor (Basic Phase II). It seemed to be going so well until that fateful day, August 8, 2006, when on board the HMCS Winnipeg, for no apparent reason and completely without warning, my heart gave out on me. Although I successfully completed the summer, and granted my Commission as a 2nd Lieutenant, I was partially placed on a temporary medical category.
Not knowing this was the case, as there was no paper work on this in my medical file, Ottawa promoted me to 2Lt and off I went to CFB Petawawa in May 2007 for my Phase III. Again, on a military chaplaincy level at least, the summer was a great success (although on a personal level I had been put through the ringer for a couple of reasons). However, at the end of the course, when it came time for my medical (after they found the file which had been lost 2 times already), they would not promote me as my profile indicated that I was on a temporary medical category from the summer prior. They needed to do a medical on me. However, when they sent the file from Ottawa to Petawawa (a 1 1/2 hour car drive by the way), it got lost a 3rd time. They therefore could not promote me to full Lt. as everyone else had been that summer, and I was left to linger without unit, without contract, and on a temporary medical category that never actually existed, as I found out a year later. This went on for nearly a year. I had attempted to clear it up in 2008, but due to a scheduling error at CFB Edmonton's Medical Office, I could not get them to do my clearance medical and once again I was left high and dry.
Finally, due to a change in Ottawa of bosses and a renewed effort on my part, in 2009 I finally got in to see a Medical Officer in Calgary. All was well, except...due to a misread they said I had high blood pressure...so they could not sign off again on my promotion until I went to see my family doctor and provided evidence either of treatment or that they had messed up. I had my blood pressure taken on 6 different occasions afterward. All of these indicated that my blood pressure was just fine and that they had clearly misread the instrument when they took the blood pressure in Calgary. All was well medically.
I then had to pass my CF Express Fitness test, which I did in early January. This all led up to today. It finally happened.
The road to get to where I am right now was painful but rewarding. I thank everyone for their support and encouragement.


