How Playing Lieutenant Dan in
Forrest Gump led to a
Life of Service
By Gary Sinise
(actor & author of "Grateful American"
(Gary Sinise's' "Grateful American" entered the Christian Book Top 50
list at #4
in March of 2019.)
Note: When actor Gary Sinise took on the role of Lieutenant Dan Taylor
for the 1994 film Forrest Gump, he had no idea just how it would change
his life forever. Not only did his performance garner an Oscar
nomination, but it set Sinise on a new path - one of service on behalf
of those who serve their country. Enjoy todayís excerpt from his new
book Grateful American: A Journey From Self to Service and learn more
about his work at GarySiniseFoundation.org.
On this August
day in 1994, the wind is blowing hot and humid throughout Chicago. Event
organizers have told me more than twenty-five hundred disabled veterans
are waiting for me in the air-conditioned ballroom at the Conrad Hilton
Hotel. I'm here to receive an award at the national convention of the
Disabled American Veterans (DAV), an organization whose motto
is"Fulfilling our promises to the men and women who served." This is my
first time at the convention. I've met disabled veterans before, one or
two at a time, but never so many gathered in one spot. I imagine I'll
walk into a sea of wheelchairs, crutches, and prosthetics, but I don't
really know what to expect.
Organizers have led me down a back way through the clatter of the hotel's
kitchen. We've sidestepped waiters and food prep staff and approached
the ballroom doors from the kitchen entrance. Now we wait for the cue to
come in. I can hear my voice being broadcast throughout the auditorium.
Forrest Gump, the movie where I play a character named
Lieutenant Dan Taylor, has been out for about six weeks, and event
organizers are showing clips in the ballroom. At this point in my
career, I've been in lots of plays and on a few TV shows, including
American Playhouse broadcasts of Sam Shepardís True West
and John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I've even had a
few credited roles in movies: Of Mice and Men, A Midnight Clear, Jack
the Bear, The Stand. But I've never had a role that's received as
much attention as Lieutenant Dan.
It's a new experience. The movie has already exploded in popularity, and
more and more I'm getting recognized in public. As a result, the DAV has
kindly provided me with a suite at the hotel and kept me away from the
Lieutenant Dan is a disabled Vietnam veteran who loses his legs in
combat. He carries terrible guilt after leading his platoon into an
ambush where many of his men are killed or wounded, and he wishes that
instead of surviving with his injury he'd been killed along with his
men. His post-traumatic stress buries him in alcohol abuse and dark
isolation. His friend, Forrest Gump, also a Vietnam veteran, is a
good-hearted and simple minded man who receives the Medal of Honor for
saving Lieutenant Dan's life, as well as the lives of other members of
Through the ballroom doors, I hear the scene that's being shown. The
characters' combat days are over, and Private Gump (played by Tom
Hanks) reunites with me, his lieutenant, in New York City in 1971
during the holiday season. Christmas is in the air, and I'm confined to
my wheelchair. My hair has grown to my shoulders and is unkempt. I set
down my whiskey bottle long enough to probe Forrest with a sneering
LIEUTENANT DAN: Have you found Jesus yet, Gump?
FORREST: I didnít know I was supposed to be looking for him, sir.
LIEUTENANT DAN: [Chuckles wryly.] That's all these cripples down
at the VA ever talk about. Jesus this and Jesus that. Have I found
Jesus? They even had a priest come and talk to me. He said God is
listening, but I have to help myself, and if I accept Jesus into my
heart, then I'll get to walk beside him in the kingdom of heaven.
[Enraged, Lieutenant Dan throws the bottle, glares at Forrest, and
shouts:] Did you hear what I said? WALK beside him in the kingdom of
A clip from later in the film begins. Lieutenant Dan has found his way to
Bayou La Batre, Alabama, and goes to work on Forrest's shrimping boat.
One dark night, a squall comes up, a real act of God. All the other
shrimping boats sensibly return to port, but Forrest and Lieutenant Dan
stay out at sea. During the storm's fiercest moments, Lieutenant Dan
climbs to the top of the mainmast, shakes his fist at the sky, and yells
out at the wind and the waves: "You call this a storm?... I'm right
here, come and get me! You'll never... sink... this... boat!" In an
utter showdown with Providence, he vents his frustration,
disappointment, grief, and rage.
In the next scene the
storm is over, and the sun is out. Forrest's boat is the only one that's
survived the hurricane. Lieutenant Dan sits on the edge of the boat.
He's finally let go of the anger, fear, and resentment over what has
happened to him. He looks his former private in the eyes and says
quietly, "Forrest, I never thanked you for saving my life." After a
smile to his friend, he hops into the calm waters of the ocean and
floats on his back into the distance, finally at peace, the sun breaking
through the clouds as if lighting the way forward. In a voice-over
Forrest says, "He never actually said so, but I think he made his peace
the video of Gary's interview on The Today Show...
As the clips continue
in the ballroom, I think about how this character seems to have
resonated with a lot of people already, especially those in the veteran
community. Shortly after the movie's release, Gary Weaver, a
Vietnam vet who worked for the DAV, invited me to the DAV convention so
that the organization could present me with an award for "an honest
portrayal of a catastrophically injured veteran who served his country."
That's why the DAV has brought me to this ballroom at the Hilton - to
honor me for my "hard work" on the film.
Hard work?! Waiting
outside the ballroom doors, I stifle a snicker at the absurdity.
Compared to what the people in this ballroom have gone through, my job
isn't close to hard work. All I do is find my mark, say my lines. Hard
work is being far from home and up to your elbows in dust, crawling
along the ground while the enemy shoots at you, wondering when the
bullets will stop flying long enough so you can grab an MRE and wolf
down your next meal. That's hard work.
The scene ends. The ballroom doors grow quiet. "Ready?" asks
the organizer. His hand reaches toward the door handle.
I nod. "Ready."
He opens the doors to the ballroom and I walk inside.
The entire ballroom erupts into applause. I choke up immediately. The
spotlight is focused on the podium, center-stage, where I'll give my
speech. I walk up the wheelchair ramp leading to the podium and glance
around. It's a massive ballroom filled with hundreds and hundreds of
disabled veterans plus their family members. Some of the veterans wear
their uniforms. Others wear civilian clothes with hats that show which
war they fought in or the unit or branch of the military they served
with. The atmosphere in the room is electric. I see a wide range of
ages, wounded veterans from World War II to the present. It's a sea of
men and women, many with scars, prosthetics, burn marks, crutches, and
wheelchairs - and all wearing the unmistakable look of pride. They're
clapping, cheering wildly, whooping, calling my name.
I am stunned. Humbled. The lump in my throat won't go down. What have I
ever done? Here are all these wounded and disabled veterans - men and
women who have sacrificed so much - honoring me for merely playing a
part in a movie.
The cheering continues, and I make my way to the stage, clear my throat,
and choke out a few words. "I'm not prepared for the emotion I feel
right now," I say spontaneously, and I pause again. Looking out at the
audience, I realize why they were applauding. Lieutenant Dan has somehow
become more than just a character in a movie. To these veterans he has
become a symbol of our country's collective awareness of all our injured
veterans, especially the Vietnam veteran. Already this character has
grown beyond anything I could ever imagine.
Somehow, I manage to
finish my words, and when I'm done speaking, the DAV national commander,
Richard Marbes, presents me with the award. Richard is an injured
veteran, and due to his time in service he's standing on crutches with
his right leg missing up to his hip. The award he presents to me is
called the National Commander's Award, one of the DAV's highest honors.
I make the mistake of reading the award's wording: "Your superb
performance brought awareness of the lifelong sacrifice of disabled
veterans back into public consciousness in a remarkably positive way."
One word of that inscription stops me cold. But I don't know what to do
with it at first.
Still taken aback by that word, I come down off the stage, award clutched
in my hand. People make some more remarks. The event concludes. I shake
hands and pose for pictures. Scribble autographs and give hugs. Smile
and say to as many veterans as I can, "Thank you so much for serving our
country," and I'm choked up now for a new reason. That single word has
lodged itself deeply into my mind. The word has burned its collective
sorrow and shame into me, and it's made me say a silent vow to do
everything in my power to overturn all the wrongs it stands for. The one
word is back.
"Your superb performance brought awareness of the lifelong sacrifice of
disabled veterans back into public consciousness in a remarkably
That one word embodies the reality that honoring veterans hasn't always
been the norm in America. When our troops came home from World War II,
they were given ticker-tape parades, but when they came home from Korea,
they were largely forgotten. And when they came back from Vietnam, they
were greeted with anger. Spit upon. Called names. Hit with wadded-up
lunch sacks filled with feces. There were no welcome home parades for
our Vietnam veterans.
When our veterans returned from the first Gulf War, unlike Vietnam, they
were greeted with giant parades in New York and a few other cities. Yet
even though our country eventually tried to make amends with Vietnam
veterans by supporting them as they created the Vietnam Memorial in DC,
and with some cities hosting in the mid-1980s a few welcome home
parades, now in 1994 I can still sense remnants of this rift in our
country, this still-open wound for the veterans of the Vietnam War.
Little do I know how significant this moment at the convention will
become in my life. Seeds are being planted that will grow into a tree
with many branches. For it's here that I first begin to ask myself: How
can I make a difference in restoring what's been lost? How can I help
make sure our veterans are never treated that way again?
1. Usually, this condition is referred to as post-traumatic stress
disorder. But I refuse to call it a disorder. Take any person, put him
or her in combat, and they're going to experience post-traumatic stress.
The result is not a disorder. It's a natural response.
Excerpted with permission from
Grateful American: A Journey from Self to Service by Gary Sinise.
Copyright Gary Sinise.