The Chaplain
A Novel, by George E. Conway
“The Chaplain” is the story of the Reverend Andrew Jackson Knight, a former Navy SEAL now school chaplain at St. Blane’s Academy. The students think it’s cool that their new chaplain was a SEAL. But struggling with his past and transitioning to civilian life, Jax faces unexpected challenges and finds himself in the midst of a dramatic rescue that sets the tone for his new role. As he navigates the complexities of his position, he must confront his doubts and fears while guiding the students and staff through their trials. This compelling story of redemption and resilience is a testament to the power of second chances and the strength found in faith.
Author's Note
About the Author
I wrote this book to share some timeless truths about life and faith. While the plot, characters, and setting are fictional, the principles are enduring. My goal was to create a story that might resonate with young men, offering entertainment, meaningful insights, and an example of triumph over adversity.
The Rev. Dr. George E. Conway has spent his professional life in independent schools. First as a football coach and teacher (Princeton Day School) and eventually as a chaplain (Hotchkiss School and Woodberry Forest School) and Headmaster (St. Anne’s Belfield School). His respect for Navy SEALs became personal when one joined his family and has deepened through his volunteer work with the Honor Foundation, which assists Special Forces members transition into civilian life.
The wind pushed the two empty boats away from Jax, and the sails luffed. He swam hard to reach the closest escaping boat, grabbed the bow line, and pulled it back to the instructor and the boys. He lifted the children into the boat individually, periodically checking on Mr. Alterstram. The five children were crowded together in the boat designed for two people, but they seemed to take solace in being so close.
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“Don’t let go of Mr. Alterstram,” Jax coached.
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“We won’t,” they chimed.
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Jax began pulling the boat toward the shore. Progress was slow because the
wind was picking up again, but soon, Jax had the boat and the instructor close to the dock.
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…Jax sat on the beach to catch his breath again. He was exhausted and thought his SEAL instructors would not be pleased with his current level of conditioning. No need to rush, he thought as he took his time; his clothes and shoes couldn’t get wetter. What a way to start the first day of my new life.
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“Who are you?” called one of the parents. The wind was easing again, but the rain was still torrential, so Jax didn’t quite hear what the woman had said. He just smiled at the lady, assuming she had said something nice, and returned to his soaked running shoes.
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She backed her van closer to where Jax sat and powered down the window. “No, really. Who are you?”
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Jax looked down at the sand between his now mud-free knees. He wasn’t sure what to say. Without much more thought, he looked up and said, “I’m the chaplain.”