Memorial Gathering For Thomas Wilwerth

Friday, February 23, 2007 at 6:30 p.m. at the plaque for Thomas on Montauk Hwy. Mastic (across from Ice Cream Cottage and Davin’s Funeral Home)

We gather together on this day, to remember Tom’s life and his sacrifice.

We gather here tonight as a community in memory of Thomas J. Wilwerth and to honor him for his ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty to the United States of America. We would like to express our deepest compassion , respect, and support to Mr. and Mrs. Wilwerth and daughter Kerry and all of Tom’s family and friends. There is a member of this community missing for the past year but…He has been made part of a new community… it is called Heaven.

We come together tonight not only to mourn the loss of our fallen hero but also…to remember him in life and…to celebrate that life. All who knew TJ were blessed with his radiant, smile, a smile that was warm, loving, and genuine . And that memory will remain …never to be forgotten and always with pride.

Because of Tom’s service to his homeland and the continuing service of those who come behind him…We, as a nation…sleep peacefully each night, secure in the fact that men like Tom, are there for us each and every one…whether we are family or stranger. every minute they are needed. Tom did not question, he willingly defended, served, persevered and when the time came…He paid the price we prayed would NEVER befall him.

It is our turn now to be brave, be strong, and honor him for his courage and sacrifice. Shirley and the Mastics has a new hero for our children and grandchildren to emulate now… THANK YOU Thomas Wilwerth…may you rest in peace for all eternity…..

One Response to “Memorial Gathering For Thomas Wilwerth”

  1. IS2 Laufer Says:

    Was going to make an excerpt, but didn’t think it would do it justice

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.

    I’ll never forget you Tom

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