David Lee Druckenmiller

david lee druckenmiller

About the Author

Retired Chaplain, United States Army, Lieutenant Colonel David Lee Druckenmiller, served in the Military for over 33 years. For the last 22 years of his Army career, he served soldiers and their families, as a Pastor Chaplain endorsed by Liberty Baptist Fellowship, and, as a Staff Officer to each Command assigned. To this day, David has soldiers and family Members still contacting him about his impact of ministry in their lives. He has friends around the world who stay in touch. Chaplain Dave served as Senior Pastor to five Army Congregations, and Assistant Pastor to four Congregations. He was also greatly involved in the planning and approval for the first new Chapel built at Fort Bragg, NC, since the Vietnam War. His nickname was “Chaplain Dave.”

David was raised in the Lutheran Church in Swanton, Ohio. He made a public profession of faith in Christ in 1975 and Joined the James Lee Road Baptist Church in Florida. Two years later he felt the call into ministry and pursued his theological education: He graduated from Baptist Bible College in Springfield, MO in 1980. He pastored two churches in Ohio and then went to Liberty University, where he finished a Bachelor of Science in 1985. Continuing his education at Liberty Baptist Theological Seminary where he graduated with a Master of Divinity in 1989. He was endorsed by Liberty Baptist Fellowship to serve on active duty. He also served in the Virginia Army National Guard for 6 years while he attended College and Seminary, and then he re-entered Active Military Service in 1990.
David retired Army Strong on April 1, 2011, and moved to Murfreesboro, Tennessee to be with his family.

Poem

When I look for something that I cannot find, my anxiety level always climbs.

I’ll search every drawer, and, look under the bed, for that one item until I get mad.

I’ll question my wife until she is sad, and the item I search for just can’t be had. 

I’ll look in the garage, three of four times, and pull the cushions off the couch just to find. 

I’ll look til I’m frustrated, with the time I am wasting, and blame everyone else for the misplacing.                        

“Where did you put this precious lost thing?” “I’ve searched every corner and you are to blame.”

“It’s all your fault, and you know it, that I am running this late.

I just know that you’ve used it, there can be no debate.

You know I am right, so, don’t make me wait.” 

“It’s not in my pocket. It’s not in my drawers.

Not under the seat, it’s not behind the door.

Where can I find this thing that I lost?

“Can anyone help me?” even at cost.

I’ve seemed to have forgotten.

“What was it I lost?”

                                Poem written by David Druckenmiller, 15 August 2009                        

When I look for something that I cannot find, my anxiety level always climbs.

I’ll search every drawer, and, look under the bed, for that one item until I get mad.

I’ll question my wife until she is sad, and the item I search for just can’t be had. 

I’ll look in the garage, three of four times, and pull the cushions off the couch just to find. 

I’ll look til I’m frustrated, with the time I am wasting, and blame everyone else for the misplacing.                                                                                                                     

“Where did you put this precious lost thing?” “I’ve searched every corner and you are to blame.”

“It’s all your fault, and you know it, that I am running this late.

I just know that you’ve used it, there can be no debate.

You know I am right, so, don’t make me wait.” 

“It’s not in my pocket. It’s not in my drawers.

Not under the seat, it’s not behind the door.

Where can I find this thing that I lost?

“Can anyone help me?” even at cost.

I’ve seemed to have forgotten.

“What was it I lost?”

                                Poem written by David Druckenmiller, 15 August 2009