Ephesians 4:31-32 – “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”
Some men age by the calendar. Bruce Seaver aged by what he survived.
He doesn’t talk about it much, but he was 31 when they shot him out of the sky. The year was 1965, and the Vietnam War had no end in sight. What followed wasn’t strategy or tactics—it was just survival. Bruce spent over seven years in captivity.
His is not the kind of story people expect. There’s no big climax, no revenge, and no sweeping rescue. Just long days, empty stomachs, and a slow-burning resolve. Faith, Bruce says, is what kept him sane.
When he finally came home in 1973, the word “hero” followed him like a shadow. He still squirms when he is called one.
“No,” he said, voice even, “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The real heroes are the ones who didn’t come home.”
He could’ve come back angry. Some did. But Bruce chose to leave bitterness behind. Back home in West Monroe, he didn’t lash out or preach. Instead, he hugged his wife, kissed his daughters, and started living again.
In a world that insists that bitterness is strength and paints forgiveness as weakness, Bruce showed a different kind of courage. It’s one the world doesn’t quite know what to do with. He said it best: “I just want to focus on time gained, not time lost.”
At ninety-one, he still swims thirty minutes every morning—not to outrun the past but to stay grounded in the present. And maybe that’s the truest kind of hero: the one who is mistreated and never lets it twist his heart.
So, friend, what might it look like for you to stop clinging to what hurt you and choose what heals instead?