F-16 fighter pilot Dan Rooney wants to use golf to help the families of soldiers killed in the war
He heard the captain's voice on the plane's intercom. "We have an American hero on board"...the words soft and dignified, full of grace..."making his final journey from Iraq."
He thought the hero must be the young guy in first class. An Army corporal in his dress greens. Back from that war. Applause in the cabin.
Then the captain spoke again. "We have the remains of Cpl. Brock Bucklin on board, and his brother, Cpl. Brad Bucklin, has accompanied him from Iraq to their home here in Grand Rapids."
From his seat at 24A, an Oklahoma Air National Guard pilot named Daniel J. Rooney looked down at the tarmac. There, in the dark and sprinkling rain, he saw the coffin.
There was the hero. Killed the week before, 6,000 miles from home. An accident, a chain hoist striking him across the neck.
It was just more than a year ago that Rooney sat in 24A and saw Brock Bucklin come home. He also saw the young man's grieving father and mother. With them in the rain was a small boy, the corporal's son, 4 years old. It was getting on to midnight.
"As a sign of respect," the captain said, "please remain seated while we honor Cpl. Bucklin and his sacrifice."
Dan Rooney knew men and women died in Iraq. Of course he knew. Almost 3,900 Americans. He did two tours there, the last in 2005, and might do a third next year. But Rooney flew an F-16, sometimes at supersonic speed, usually miles high. Death was everywhere below him; he just never saw it.
Then, on this night in Michigan, for the first time, he saw a soldier's coffin. For half an hour, passengers waited as Brock Bucklin's coffin, draped with the American flag, was moved from United Airlines flight 664. In those moments, for the first time, Rooney saw the pain of a family wounded.
"It's now etched forever in my mind, the reality of what is happening to a generation," he says, and it brought to him the empty feeling of being far from a war he had been so near. It was as if he had been benched. He wanted back in the game. So he decided to do something about it.
Naturally, he thought of golf.
He'd grown up with the game in Oklahoma. One time in his University of Kansas days, he finished a round ahead of an Eldrick Woods, Stanford. For two seasons he played mini-tours in America's prairie heartland. Laughing: "Any bad course in any bad town, we were there." His Toyota 4Runner raised dust in a caravan of no-name dreamers, among them a Zach Johnson of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Rooney never won more than $3,000 any week, never won a tournament.
He gave the PGA Tour one shot. But he didn't advance past the first stage of its 1997 qualifying school. The next year, he and his father, John Rooney, bought a golf course in Michigan, the Grand Haven Golf Club.
The Rooneys loved the derelict course built so near Lake Michigan that players can hear water moving against the shoreline. "It's set on big, beautiful dunes, some heavily treed, but over the years it had fallen into very ill repair," Dan Rooney says. "It was like finding a Picasso in your attic."
Even as the father and son began a six-year makeover, Dan started the long pursuit of another dream: flying a jet fighter. First problem, he'd never flown anything. Second, he was old.
At 27 he was at the age limit to start training.
But in 2 1/2 years, Rooney moved from virtual rubber-band airplanes to literal $45 million F-16s armed with cannons and GPS-guided bombs, capable of speeds (1,333 miles per hour) that put pilots under such physical pressure that capillaries burst and vision narrows to soda-straw circles. Not to mention the bruises: "It throws you around so much, a sortie is like playing four quarters of football."
The night before his first mission in Iraq, he didn't sleep much. "Loneliest night of my life," he says. People waiting to kill you does that. The good thing is, at altitude and speed over the desert, an F-16 is practically untouchable. In time, a certain Top Gun attitude arrives: "As long as my landings equal my takeoffs, everything else is a nuisance."