About Staves of Honor

There is always room for one more.

You don’t have to be in crisis to need your people.

Sometimes you just need a resource, an introduction, a conversation, somewhere to show up, or somebody who understands without needing the whole backstory first. That’s really what Staves of Honor is here to build.

Our community includes active-duty military, veterans, retired military, law enforcement, firefighters, EMS, spouses, families, and supporters. Everyone comes from a different place and has a different reason for being here, but there’s room at the same table.

Whiskey is part of our culture. It shows up at some of our events, in our fundraising, and it’s part of how this whole thing started. But whiskey isn’t the mission. The people are.

Seth, founder of Staves of Honor, during his service in the United States Air Force.

Meet Seth

Founder of Staves of Honor

Seth spent 10 years in the United States Air Force, and when the uniform eventually came off, what he missed most wasn’t really the job. It was the brotherhood that came with it.

He found good people in other jobs and other parts of life, but nothing ever felt quite the same. There’s something different about knowing where you fit, knowing who your people are, and knowing they know you too.

There wasn’t some major crisis or dramatic moment after he got out. Life went on. He just felt the absence of that kind of connection more than he expected to, and over time it became pretty obvious that he probably wasn’t the only one.

Then Bourbon Showed Up

Funny enough, Seth was not always a whiskey guy.

At the ripe old age of 35, he was still pretty convinced whiskey was an old-guy drink. Apparently his taste buds had matured before he realized it. He ordered something a little more grown-up than what twenty-something Seth would have chosen, discovered he actually liked it, and then the curiosity kicked in.

And, because it’s Seth, so did the ADHD.

Once he got interested, he needed to understand all of it. Why one whiskey tasted completely different from another. What the barrel was doing. Why aging mattered. What different distilleries were doing differently. The history, the science, the craftsmanship—one question turned into ten, then fifty, and eventually we were spending a week in Kentucky visiting distilleries and learning as much as we could.

Seth at Old Forester Distilling Company during a Kentucky bourbon trip.
Seth learning about whiskey production during a Kentucky distillery experience.

Down the Rabbit Hole

That Kentucky trip only made it worse, in the best possible way.

We visited distillery after distillery, tasted more bourbon than was probably necessary, and got to see how much history, science, patience, and actual art goes into what ends up in a bottle. Seth became fascinated with all of it—the barrels, aging, production choices, and the tiny decisions that can completely change the final whiskey.

But somewhere along the way, something else started standing out more than the whiskey itself: the people.

What He Really Found

There wasn’t one big moment where it suddenly clicked. It happened gradually through bottle shares, distillery trips, conversations around tables, nights around campfires, and the kind of conversations that last much longer than anybody planned.

People who might have very little in common on paper could sit down together and just be people. Different ages, races, careers, backgrounds, beliefs, affiliations—it didn’t have to matter. You didn’t have to earn your way into the conversation or prove that you belonged there. You showed up, pulled up a chair, and people made room.

That felt familiar to Seth.

It wasn’t the military, and it wasn’t trying to be. But it carried a piece of something he had deeply missed since leaving it: that sense of brotherhood and belonging.

How That Became Staves of Honor

There was never a day when Seth woke up and announced, “I’m starting a nonprofit.”

It was much more gradual than that.

Seth tends to jump headfirst into the things he cares about, and the deeper he got into whiskey, the more relationships he built around it. Eventually the bigger idea became hard to ignore: if this kind of community had helped him find a sense of belonging again, he couldn’t possibly be the only person who needed that.

That idea became Staves of Honor.

And it didn’t stay limited to veterans, because the need for connection isn’t limited to veterans. Active-duty military, retired military, law enforcement, firefighters, EMS, spouses, families, and supporters all know different versions of service, stress, transition, sacrifice, and what it feels like to need people who understand.

Not everybody needs a program. Not everybody is in crisis. Sometimes somebody needs help finding a resource. Sometimes they need an introduction to the right person, an answer from someone who has already been through it, or just a place to show up without having to explain why they’re there.

Sometimes you just pull up another chair.

The Whiskey Was Never the Point

Whiskey will always be part of the Staves story because, in a strange way, it helped Seth find something he didn’t realize he had been looking for.

But the bottle was never really the important part.

It was the people around it—and making sure there’s always room for one more.

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