20, of Cumberland, Maine; assigned to the 1st Battalion, 17th Infantry Regiment, 5th Stryker Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division, Fort Lewis, Wash.; died Aug. 31, 2009 in Shuyene Sufia, Afghanistan, of wounds sustained when enemy forces attacked his unit with an improvised explosive device. Also killed were Spc. Jonathan D. Welch and Spc. Tyler R. Walshe.
To honor PFC Jordan Brochu, his mother, Suzanne Brochu retrieved this stone from a stream bed in Bethel, Maine, one of Jordan’s favorite places to visit with his family.  Â
Suzanne Brochu describes why this stone is significant and what it says about her son Jordan.
“As a boy, Jordan M. Brochu was always one ready for an adventure. Â Each summer, we would travel to the “far” west of Maine to either pan for gold on Swift River or mine for gems near Mt. Mica. Â With Jordan, every rock was really a gem. Â This particular rock was one that he discovered in 2003. Â It was a cold and dreary day that turned to rain. Â We were calling it quits when he “found” this stone. Â He was convinced that it was of immense value because of its natural smoothness and its subtle beauty that was only revealed in the rain. We brought it home. Â Today, it is a reminder of our son, PFC Brochu, who in the midst of a harsh and dreary land showed his immense worth by his willingness to lose his life for another’s freedom.”
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Hi Suzanne. My name is Catherine Gordon and it was my honor to transport Jordan’s stone on the last two legs of the motorcycle ride to the Summit Project Memorial Day weekend. As I carried Jordan’s stone, I thought of him and how you said he liked adventure and how much this particular stone meant to him. I wish you could have seen the streets of Medway and Millinocket lined with people waving American flags and signs as we rode by to show respect and honor your son. It was amazing to see the support that the Maine community showed. I am so sorry for your loss. He will never be forgotten!
Hugs and prayers,
Catherine
President John F Kennedy said, â A nation reveals itself not only by the men it produces but also by the men it honors, the men it remembers.â
My heart swells with great pride and I would like to thank you for allowing me to honor Jordanâs memory by carrying his stone to the summit of Mt. Katahdin to lift up the life of your son. As you know your son and I share a special heritage, a common bond, we practiced the same Army values: loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage.
My team and I stepped off that saturday morning at 0800. Katahdin was still snow covered and suffered severe rock slides on Abol trail, so the decison was made by the BSP Rangers that we would climb Owl Mountain which has an elevation of 3670â and is the first in a chain of mountains west of Katahdin.
The trail to Owl Mountain started at Katahdin Stream campground. The first mile followed the hunt trail before it split to the owl trail which climbed gradually most of the way. After two miles into the hike hands were needed to climb the steeper spots. Each step I took while ascending the mountain I carried with me the story of your son, and as I struggled to navigate the rocky terrain the thought of Jordan was always there, and his memory pushed me through the last climb. The vegetation started to thin and we were taking on amazing views of Katahdin while looking across the sheer cliffs of Owl Mountain. Through parts of the hike you could hear the roar of Katadhin stream, it would remind me of the story you told of your son.
Thank you for sharing Jordanâs memory with me and the TSP. I volunteered for this to make sure that soldiers like Jordan are never forgotten. This day will always have a special place in my heart.
Respectfully,
Andrew Mishio
Dear family of Jordan Brochu,
I had the honor of carrying his stone up the mountain and I must say that it was a touching experience. His sacrifice is appreciated and I can’t imagine how much it hurts to lose a son.
I realized at the summit that I never fully knew how much a soldier had to sacrifice in order to keep me safe. I feel as though he is part of my family. You said that he was into adventures and climbing that mountain seemed like something he would have enjoyed immensely.
I’ve learned in class about the reasons of war and it has really changed my perspective of war. Sometimes when we view war soldiers are viewed as a statistic and I feel as though that’s wrong. Soldiers are dragged into the battlefield to fight for political reasons and they don’t deserve that.
Respectfully, Devon Daskey
Dear loved ones,
I got involved in the Summit Project because of my English class. We were learning about war like topics in class and even reading war books. My teachers proposed the field trip of climbing a mountain for the service men of Maine. Right away I was excited in doing this project and learning about my service member.
Finding out that I had your loved one, Jordan M. Brochu and reading about him made me like him. I love being outdoors and when others enjoy it as well it reminds me that there are still some people out there that do like the outdoors more then the indoors. It restores my faith in society. He seemed like a great man and friend to all.
Carrying his rock up that snowy cold mountain was an honor of mine. I thought of how he would of loved to be climbing that mountain with us. How he would been finding gems everywhere. It could have been a blizzard that day and I still would have carried his rock to the top because I know he sacrificed it all to keep this county safe. He gave it up for all of us and it was mine turn to repay him.
Once I reached the top with all of my classmates it was a beautiful sight. Everyone carrying rocks said a few words to honor the soldiers who died fighting for us. It was a moment in my life like no other. I can’t even explain the feelings I had at the top. It was definitely an overwhelming experience. I was honored to carry his rock to the top and may he rest in peace.
Respectfully,
Bo Norcross
On March 23, 2015, Addie Doe wrote —
Participating in The Summit Project was a true honor to be a part of. The privilege to join in bringing recognition to our fallen soldiers was an experience unlike any other. Carrying Jordan Brochuâs stone meant I was also carrying a symbol of his life, and all that he was. This public commemoration was far from being a mere walk⌠it was an honoring display of remembrance for our soldiers to the community.
On March 23, 2015, Roberta Doe wrote —
Talking with my friend, Suzanne Brochu, about Jordan and what she would like to highlight regarding his life and service, I could feel the weight of the loss for their family. I remembered the early days of despair and unbelief when the news of Jordanâs sacrificial death was disclosed. I saw they pain and anguish then, as well as on any familial anniversary or on Memorial Day celebrations and days of remembrance of our Military. The weight of remembering and recognizing Jordanâs sacrificial service and their loss continues to be a very painful part of this precious familyâs existence.
I carefully approached my friend and asked first for permission to ask Jordan, letting her know that it would be alright if she chose not to. As she painfully shared with me what I asked for, I could feel the conflict of emotions; she desired to give me information in order to honor her son, but she also was weighted down, once more, with grief in the recounting.
Not being very physically active, I knew I would have to rely on my Lord to physically be able to complete the 6.5 miles of the walk, which was insignificantly similar to how the Brochu family have endured the loss of Jordan. I carried the emotional weight of their loss with me through the weeks and days following my talk with Mrs. Brochu.
Knowing that Jordan himself had chosen the rock which now bears his rank, name, and lifespan, I knew the trek would be a much more emotional journey than I had anticipated. Being able to share the experience with my daughter, my child, honoring the loss of my friendâs child, was very powerful and humbling.
I will be forever grateful for the respectful way in which the The Summit Project honored the Brochu familyâs loss, and to Jordanâs sacrifice on behalf of our country. I will always remember this time with other volunteers, the organizers, the memories shared of other fallen heroes and their families, and the honoring ceremony that followed our trek. I do not think I can fully put into words how deeply I have been changed by this experience.
I praise God for Jordan, for the Brochu family, for the living memorial which is The Summit Project, the experience shared with my daughter, and for my Lord upholding me to be able to physically complete the course. There are no words that can fully express our heartfelt sorrow for your loss.
Suzanne,
This past weekend I had the pleasure of carrying your sonâs stone up to the summit of Owl. It was an honor for me. The whole time I was remembering his strong sense of adventure, his tough childhood, and his involvement in school. Jordan graduated from the same high school that I will be graduating from in a couple of weeks. Throughout my years I have made sure to be very involved, and even though Jordan was only at LRHS for one year, I know he also did this. I respect him immensely for that, especially after the hardships he overcame as a child.
When I spoke to my boyfriend about your son, he told me that he met him once. They went through the same culinary program (at different times). My boyfriend, Joey, told me of how good-natured and kind your son was. He told me of the good remarks the teacher had about him, as well. Joey said that your son was “going places.â That made me incredibly sad to hear.
However, when I think about it now, I know that your son DID go places. He gave the ultimate sacrifice for his country, and I know that you are eternally proud of him even though he is no longer with us. An article written about his passing was titled, âJordan Lived a Lifetime in 20 Years.â From what I see, this could not be more true.
I only wish I could have met you this past weekend. I would love to learn more about your son. His story will stay with me forever and especially as I go off to college this fall. I will strive every day to exemplify some of the characteristics he had as an honor to both him and you.
If you would like to get in touch, do not hesitate.
Nicole Fox
I don’t remember the first time I heard about TSP but when I did I was curious what it was all about and stated reading more about it. I was very intrigued and interested in getting to see the Tribute case. The first time I got to see the case was at USM when I was taking a class for work. I was immediately touched and impressed. I knew one of the Soldiers that had his stone there and also read all the others noticing Jordan’s Stone because of his age. Thinking to my self 20, such a young age to die and thinking that I was doing the same thing when I was 20 and in the Army, but there was no war going on at the time. When I heard that TSP was coming to Lincoln I knew I had to be a part of the march, because I grew up in the area and love the Cause and what it stands for. When I was assigned Jordan’s Stone I started doing my research and saw his picture and thought it looked familiar and later realized it was because I had seen it at USM. It was great getting to know Jordan a little while doing research and hearing he was a good athlete in High School and was adventurous as am I. Also learning he was part of the 2ND Infantry Division, the saying always goes Brothers in Arms. Even though it has been many years since I was in the Army there is always that Pride and Brotherhood in the Units and People you served with along with those that came before and after you. I loved to read about Jordan adventurousness and going to the western part of Maine to go gold panning and doing some Mining for other minerals. I have never done either of these but have always wanted to spend some time in the western part of the state so I see myself making a trip in Honor of Jordan. Hopefully I will be able to share the experience of my trip when I am able to, Just being in the same stream where he liked to Pan or even in the same area where he liked to Pan hopefully will help keep his adventurous nature and Memory alive. Thank you for allowing me to Carry Jordan’s stone and being part of TSP.
I had the honor of carrying Jordan’s stone at TSP at ANP. I was given his stone at the last minute but felt like I needed to be the one to carry it. After the climb was when I really started to learn more about Jordan. And the small connection we share. I too grew up playing and fishing in the Swift River. I find it amazing that he and I may have been in the same spot some years ago and never even know one another yet years later find the connection.
A true Maine hero who I will always remember. Thank you for your service to this great country. MHANF and Jordan will live forever because of TSP.
To the family of Jordan – I had the honor of carrying Jordan’s stone on my motorcycle from Portland to Baxter this year. I was immediately touched by the fact that he has the same name as my only child. I lost my husband suddenly last August 23 to a sudden heart attack and a friend from my home town died the day before in Afganistan. I spent the ride reflecting on the loss you feel, the loss I feel and the fact that I was sure that my husband Tony has found Jordan in heaven and they were watching me together as I honored Jordan’s memory and sacrifice. I posted on Facebook about my experience carrying Jordan’s stone and I was surprised to get a message from a close friend of mine who is a funeral director at Knowlton Hewins Roberts Funeral Homes where I worked for a few years . He told me that Jordan’s services were held by them. They are the same funeral home I used for my husband although we lived in Southern Maine. I wanted my friends to care for him. It brought tears to my eyes to think the same loving people also cared for your son. It’s a small world. Carrying your son’s stone was a life changing event for me and I will always cherish the honor. Know that my husband Tony will be watching over him in heaven and his sacrifice will never be forgotten by me or my family here on earth. My love to you.
This year on Memorial Day, on my first [real] hike in Maine, I was accompanied by Jordan as I climbed the mountain.
Carrying the weight of that stone was an interesting experience. When you first put on the weight, you felt it immensely. Then as you move through life, it becomes part of you and your journey. And when you put down the backpack, you release the weight and feel it lifted, but still think about it and remember it. This is as close as I can imagine to signing up for the Army. The immense weight you and your family must feel as you sign up, it then becomes part of your life, and even when you are back and free of the weight, it never leaves you.
I thought a lot about Jordan and his story, but one thing that struck me was that he was so, so young. But Iâd read a lot about him, and it seems like he had a complete life, even one that was so short. Iâm thankful for that, for he and his family.
One thing that struck me about the stone, that I didnât even think about until we were hiking the mountain, was the story about how it was found. It was found on a rainy day, and his mom talked about the immense beauty that was revealed only in the rain. That day on the mountain, I found myself in the middle of a giant raincloud. It was a unique experience, because I donât think many people have done a major hike in a lot of rain. And I thought about how the rain made the beauty around us stand out. It made everything clean, quiet, and when we came above the fog, it was a completely unique view that most hikers wouldnât see. It reminded me a lot of Jordan and his stone, and I carried that thought with my about the natural Maine beauty.
Iâm thankful to know Jordanâs story, and I hope his family knows that I have had created memories that he is a part of, even though he is gone. Thank you for sharing his stone, his story, and his strength.
Saturday, October 1, 2016, I had the honor of summiting Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochuâs stone on Cadillac Mt. They day started off early but I learned early on that Jordan âlived a lifetime in 20 yearsâ. I did not know Jordan but I wish I had. The world does not have enough of him. He was unique and as I learned more about him, I am proud and grateful that he went to fight for others.
Jordan came from a long family line of veterans who didnât hesitate to lead, help and fight for others all across the world. It was easy for Jordan to fallow in their footsteps. Without hesitation nor regret. Jordan was a bright young man who could of taken what he learned growing up from sportsmanship, team comradery, a high school career and education to family and friends to do just about anything in this world but he chose to enlist in the Army. Its young men and women like Jordan who make it possible for my son and I to live in a free country. To hike mountains, have careers, raise a family and many many more things in life. Without Jordan and his sacrifices we have nothing. I am forever grateful for this man.
I learned that Jordan enjoyed nature walks with his Mother, Suzanne. That they would collect stones from river beds. Much like Jordanâs memorial stone that I took with me on my journey. As I embark on future hikes with my own son, I will take a piece of Jordanâs memory with me. I will never forget this young man and all the sacrifices he made for me, my own family, his own family and our nation.
To the family of PFC Jordan Brochu,
I had the honor of carrying your sonâs stone up Streaked Mountain. The privilege to bring recognition to our local fallen soldiers was an amazing experience. As I carried the stone, I thought of the sacrifice Jordan made, and how the pain of climbing the mountain is nothing compared to that sacrifice. The stone is more than just a stone. Itâs a representation of him, his life, and his duty. âThere is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.â Jordan’s service and sacrifice to this country will not be forgotten. It would have been an honor to meet him.
After hearing about the stream bed from where the rock was retrieved from, and finding a small stream not far off from the summit reminded me of him, and how the stream was one of his favorite places. The view from the top of the mountain during the peak of Maine fall foliage was beautiful and peaceful. It was a time to take a step back and reflect upon the sacrifice of Jordanâs service, and all soldiers service and sacrifice.
Jordanâs sacrifice to preserve freedom in the United States will not be forgotten. His courage, integrity, and selfless service are an example to not only me, but all civilians in America. I had the honor of representing and presenting the life and service of Jordan in front of my classmates.
Thank you for letting me carry Jordanâs stone up the mountain. And thank you for his service to our country. He will never be forgotten.
Respectfully,
Reece Rodrigue, Edward Little High School
Words are just not enough to describe how honored I was to be able to carry PFC. Brochu with me on veterans day and two days later on a four mile run. I know that Jordan loved to collect rocks and mine for gems, my three year old son is always wanting me to help him move rocks and dig them up, but know when we go rock collecting or I have to dig them out of my son’s pants pockets I will for ever think of Jordan and how humbleing It was to get to carry his stone for a weekend. Thank you PFC JORDAN FOR MAKING THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE.
On November 20, 2016, I carried the stone and story of PFC Jordan Brochu to the summit of Bradbury Mountain in Pownal. It was a dreary and rainy day. I imagined it to be much like the day when his stone was “found.” Without the rain, I would not have witnessed the subtle beauty of the stone, as described. What an honor!
PFC Jordan M Brochu is not forgotten!
My name is Ivan Bates. I am currently attending Nokomis Regional High as a sophomore. The program JROTC allowed me to participate in the summit project to carry stone chosen by the families of fallen soldiers of maine. We hiked the mountain Little Bigelow and had the honor of carrying the stone of PVC Jordan Brochu to the summit. The hike was a challenging climb at points but i enjoyed it knowing what i was doing it for. While i did this i learned that many fallen soldiers are forgotten and we arenât made aware of their deaths. I feel like this program was good for us and for the soldierâs families to show that they arenât forgotten. It was truly an honor.
I had the honor of carrying Jordan’s stone on the “Spirit Hike” during this year’s TSP weekend at Baxter State Park over Memorial Day. I chose his stone because he hailed from Cumberland, Maine where I lived for several years before moving out to Chebeague Island, also a part of Cumberland at the time. Being a fellow gold star grandfather of another Maine fallen hero, I understand the importance of keeping our hero’s memories alive. It was a much easier hike than that of those who summited both the Owl and especially Katahdin and surely nothing to what our heroes endured for all of us and our country. Thank you for the honor of hiking Jordan’s stone. MHANF. Don Buxbaum
Dear family of Jordan,
I just finished hiking Table Rock Mountain with campers who all have a parent or sibling currently serving in the military. This is what two children had to say about carrying Jordan
“I felt a sense of accomplishment, as well as I know that the story and life of our soldier will live on. Being on top of the mountain listening to all the stories was a surreal experience and I hope to do it again”. – Jake
“I felt it was an awesome experience and very glad we got to feel that story and all the other stories. I don’t like how young he was before he died but as we do this program he will live on.”
– Quincy
I would like to personally thank you for sharing your son and his life with us and others who take part in this amazing program.
As summer transitioned to fall this year, I had the pleasure of taking Jordan’s stone to the top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia. It was a dreary, windy day on the mountain but we were fortunate enough to avoid any rain. I thought that it was fitting weather for the occasion and it reflected the mood of the group as well.
I don’t know if I received Jordan’s stone out of luck or by design, but I’m very glad either way. I think that he and I have a lot in common, from our reasons to join the military to our hobbies and interests on the side. I believe I would have become good friends with him if fate had been more kind.
Brochu and I served in the very same region in Afghanistan as well. A seemingly endless, flat expanse of “moon dust” sand which transitioned into shale, rocky mountains. Climbing Cadillac Mountain really brought back those memories for me – it felt almost as if I was back on patrol. I reflected on how lucky I was to be able to climb the mountain that day and I felt forlorn over what the hike represented.
I feel guilty every day that I, by some stroke of luck, am allowed to walk freely on this earth, enjoying scenic hikes and living my life according to plan. While men like your son are tragically ripped away from us. I hope that by carrying his stone I can bring you some element of solace. Jordan is gone forever, but his memory will live on through me until my dying day.
Thank you for your continuing sacrifice for this country and may Jordan rest in peace.
To the family and friends of PFC Jordan M. Brochu:
Over Veteran’s Day weekend I had the honor and privilege of participating in a local Summit Project event, and proudly carrying the stone and story of your beloved Jordan. On the morning of Veteran’s Day, in the biting wind and frigid temperatures, I carried Jordan’s stone to the summit of Blue Hill Mountain. There I proudly told my fellow hikers all about Jordan – about his amazingly full life in his short twenty years, and his ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. The following day, I ran with Jordan’s stone in the Veteran’s Day Remembrance Race. It was another chilly morning but a great day for a run. As I ran the 4 miles along the river, I passed Jordan’s stone back and forth between my hands, acknowledging the weight in my hands and realizing that it pales in comparison to the weight in your hearts. I am so sorry for your loss. After the race I held onto Jordan’s stone for as long as possible before reluctantly returning him to the table with the other stones. I didn’t want my time with him to end.
When I found out that I would be honoring Jordan’s memory and carrying his stone, I set out to find out as much information as I could about him. I learned that he loved to learn and to laugh. And he loved to cook – particularly baking cookies. Jordan was adventurous and approached everything he tried with passion and determination. My friend Joelle, who coordinated the event, had told me that I was sure to find some connection to him – and I certainly did. Jordan went to the same high school as my mom. He has been described as a born leader who made friends easily – traits I identify with completely. I too love to learn, and to laugh. And baking cookies. But the most special connection was found on the TSP site, where Suzanne, you shared that, âto Jordan, every rock was really a gem.â My oldest daughter, Olivia, who is just shy of four years old, feels the same way. She is always finding special rocks, excited to show them to me and explain why she finds them so beautiful. In my laundry room, I have a collection of her treasured rocks, her âgemsâ, that make it into her pockets throughout the day. Jordanâs short, but amazingly full and vibrant life, and his ultimate sacrifice, are forever etched in my heart. And I know I will think of him every time my daughter hands me a precious gem.
I have thought of Jordan every day since that weekend. I may not have Jordan’s stone in my hands now, but I will carry his memory in my heart and mind always. Thank you, Jordan, for your ultimate sacrifice. Thank you Gold Star family members, for sharing Jordan’s story with us.
MHANF
Jen Baroletti
To the family of Jordan M. Brochu,
My name is Marian, and I am a sophomore at Nokomis Regional High School. I love camping, hiking, swimming, riding horses, and really anything that allows me to have an adventure. I had the honor of carrying Jordanâs stone up Tumbledown Mountain on June 8th with my fellow Nokomis JROTC sophomores. It was a very good and thoughtful experience that allowed me to think about a brave man who gave his all for our country.
The mountain had a summit of 3,054 feet, and we were able to climb on an absolutely gorgeous day. There were moments, at the top, when the wind would die down and it was very serine. This was always a reminder as to why we had climbed over slippery rocks, knotted roots, and through the woods. It was a very enjoyable climb that never let me forget why I was there. There is a pond about 0.6 miles from the summit where we had a chance to go fishing, and we spotted some fish eggs. Someone fell in, someone else got hooked by a fly, but overall most everyone stayed unscarred and dry.
While learning about Jordan, the thing that struck me most was how young he was when he passed. My brothers are both in their mid- twenties, and I couldnât imagine not having them around. Itâs an absolutely horrible thing to lose a loved one, and I feel very honored to have carried his stone, and to have remembered him. This experience will forever stick with me, and I hope that these Maine soldiers never are forgotten.
Sincerely,
Marian Easton
On the morning of September 29th I woke up earlier then I needed to and laid there in my bunk bed. Had a lot on my mind. Thought of what Suzanne had told me about Jordan in the messages that we sent back and forth reminded me that I was not alone. I though about how this young mans life of 20 years wasn’t great at times. But I was still here to continue on with mine, and he was not. That brought tears to my eyes. Getting up getting dressed and going to the tent to meet the other hikers, grabbed a coffee and forgot my doritos in the cabin (a favorite snack of Jordans) walking back I was able to have a brief talk with Jordan. I asked him to keep me and my whole team safe today, asked that my knees didn’t give out on me, and told him I would do my best to get the words out that I wanted to say. That day I carried two stones so Jordan had a buddy of Bobby Roy in my pack. those two might not have gotten along Jordan being Army and Bobby being Navy. But it worked. I had a slight incident happen on the trail. We were on the last climb and had to go over some rocks. My knee was bothering me so I was trying to figure out how I was going to do this without further injuring myself. I did it!! But just as I stood up I started to fall backwards. All I thought was, ‘I’m going over!’ I then felt two hands one on either side of my back push me forward. Thanks! is what I said, nobody answered. I looked back and there was nobody behind me for about 40 ft. Weird. I smiled patted my pack “Thanks guys for saving me.” and continued to climb. I know that both guys were there. No doubt in my mind. I am so thankful to have carried the stone and the story of Jordan. MHANF
It was with great honor that I was able to hike with Jordan’s living memorial stone this past weekend on October 28, 2018. It was a dream of mine to introduce our Boy Scout Troop 304 to the Summit Project and to hike with as many in our troop as possible. We had a total of 19 boys and adults hike in Evan’s notch on the Deer Hill loop in the fog and rain and three to four inches of new snow from the night before. It was not an easy hike for many as the trails were slick in places and there were some challenging steep slopes both on the way up and down.
I looked into Jordan’s life and felt the connection immediately with him. He loved to bake cookies – I am known as the Scout leader who always brings a bag of homemade cookies to meetings or camporees. I took chocolate chip cookies baked the previous day and shared them with everyone at the peak in his honor. I also imagined being only 20 years old again (I am 56) and what it must be like to serve and sacrifice. What a loss to your family. And, like Jordan, I love rocks. I have my own collection of gems found from all over – beaches, walks in the woods, islands, overseas, in Nova Scotia, etc. that I have in the drip edge of my roof near my flower gardens – glistening in the rain and always interesting to look at. His stone is extraordinarily beautiful. I thank you for selecting this one gem to commemorate his life and legacy. I am humbled and so glad I had Jordan as my buddy on this hike. I hope to have him go on another hike someday in the future. Thank you, Lorraine
I’ve had the honor of opening the envelope of Army PFC Jordan M. Brochu and learning about his sacrifice he has made for our great country. I em employed at Penquis in Bangor, Maine and the Summit Project Honor Case has been placed in one of our lobbies. It warms my heart that these fallen soldiers are still being honored and I am proud to have learned about this wonderful young man. My heart weeps for his family and loved ones and I want to personally thank Private Brochu for all he has done for our freedom. I also have loved to collect stones on my adventures and find great meaning and significance in them as well and like to share them with others. Suzanne I want to thank you for sharing your story with us and hope this project continues to honor our fallen soldiers. God bless you and rest in peace Jordan.
I was blessed with the opportunity to carry Jordanâs legacy during the Ruck to Remember (a.k.a. 60 to 60). I had no idea what The Summit Project was until they asked for volunteers to carry Tribute Stones of men and women that paid the ultimate price for our beloved and free country. I was assigned Jordanâs Stone by the organizer of the event. I read his card and noticed that he was deployed from a unit from Fort Lewis, Washington, which happened to be my first permanent duty station although not the same unit when I joined the Army. Immediately there was a connection I donât call it coincidence.
I shared Jordanâs Story of Valor Saturday afternoon during one of our stops. I am honored to have been able to carry Jordanâs legacy although only a short time physically, but he will forever be remembered in my heart and mind and every time I share my Ruck to Remember story he will be mentioned.
Thank you Suzanne for raising Jordan right and allowing him to be selfless and for sharing him with us! May we never forget!!!
I have always been a believer in the random perfection that occurs when you let TSP into your life. From the first stone I picked up, wondering what this program was all about, to my most recent experience at the Husky Ruck when I was assigned Jordanâs stone. I knew Iâd be honoring a TSP hero at the Husky Ruck, but I didnât like the idea of showing up and picking up a random stone without knowing whoâd be traveling those 6.2 miles with me. So, I asked Mama Bear, Betsy, to assign me #5 on the available stone list, so I could begin my research! I wanted to carry a friend and not a stranger. Moments later she sent me Jordanâs name. I was so pleased to see him circle back to me. Twice in years past he has been one of the honored soldiers at the Veterans Remembrance 4-Mile Road Race over Veterans Day Weekend in Ellsworth that I help organize. Iâve driven to MEPS, picked up that beautiful stone he loved so much and driven it home with me. Iâve assigned him to two of my friends (and hand picked hiker/runners for this event) and watched as they both found connections immediately with Jordan, paid him the utmost respect and did true justice to his memory in their sacred circle speeches and reflection letters. (You can read them above from Hugh OâShields and Jennifer Baroletti)
I was so happy to know this time I would be the hands to honor him. I learned all about him that I could before the event. I found my own connections and similarities. I marveled at his ability to rise from the ashes and make a life he was proud of. He took adversity and turned it into the inner strength he needed to make a difference in the lives of others. This requires such strength and inner motivation that so many people never fight through the pain long enough to see success. Jordan did. I loved that his lived his life in the way that made him happy. He honored his passions that were sometimes polar opposites and he continued to excel at them despite the work needed to pursue them both. So many times we look at things that are so far apart and we think we need to choose. Either a family or a career. A love of sports or a creative passion. We often see these opposites as too difficult to pursue as the effort required would be doubled! But, Jordan honored and pursued all the things that set his soul on fire. His athletic ability and love of baking cookies. His dream to be a rap star while still pursing the violin. His love of the outdoors and adventure and the quiet moments writing poetry and talking books with his mom. Jordan seemed to be so well rounded and approached everything he did with a desire to do it well. I love that about him.
But the thing that struck me most about Jordan, and the confirmation for me that this random assignment was perfectly orchestrated, were the tiny letters I noticed that many people would not: Sec A Row 16 Site 4.
For several years I have visited Mount Vernon and sat at Section A Row 25 Site 20 honoring another TSP Hero, Andrew Hutchins. I never knew Jordan was only a few rows down. In April we buried my step-father, Gregory Dow at SECTION B ROW 42 SITE 22. Since then, as I drove between sections A and B I looked left toward Section B but never glanced right as I passed by Jordanâs row. With an empty spot on either side and a site so close to the road I would have seen him had I looked. Jordan was tired of being overlooked. I was shocked to learn Iâd been so close and never knew.
When I arrived at the Husky Ruck I approached the table to collect Jordanâs stone only to learn that another participant had picked it up before my arrival. Mama Bear was quite upset to learn that she had overlooked the previous assignment to me and let the stone go with someone else, but I knew Jordan had accomplished his mission on this assignment. It wasnât the small red stone I was meant to honor and carry, but the large marble one that needed to be honored. I spoke of Jordan throughout the event. I told people about his service and sacrifice and I carried him in my heart. (Also – I had a 15 pound dumbbell in the bottom of my pack to add weight, and I think Jordan can claim that!) On my way home I stopped at those hallowed grounds in Augusta; as I always do. I made the rounds to my heroes, and this time I stopped and laid my hands on Jordanâs stone in recognition. I see him. I know where he lays now, and I will always stop. I am humbled that he chose me for this kind of assignment, and that he has allowed me the honor to stand at his final resting place and thank him for all he did for our country. Maine Heroes are Not Forgotten.
Dear Jordan,
I canât truly tell you want an honor and a privilege that it was to carry your stone and story at the TSP event at ANP 2019. I donât think that I was fully ready for all of the events that would unfold that day, but with your stone and story with me it helped guide me through the day. I arrived at ANP on the Friday before the start to help set up the main tent with Mama Bear, and to get my own campsite ready for the weekend. Later on that night I got to help with the accountability of the stones. I patently wait to find your stone. I had heard the stories from people and read the story about it that your mom wrote, and then it happened. This perfectly oval stone that was so smooth. I was already amazed by its color and shape. As I put your stone on the table I said a quick message to you. I said âuntil tomorrow brother, we will both hike with are heads held highâ. While I was prepping that night for the next day. I was wondering how I am going to see this different side of the stone that is only revealed in the rain. I went through every idea to even pouring water on your stone, but you had other plans for this.
I woke up bright and early the next morning to go check on your stone and get some breakfast, and this is when your plan took effect. It was raining, yes all of the stones were in the big tent protected from the rain, but you must have made a small hole to allow a little bit of that rain to make it inside the tent. And there was your stone as the next drop of rain hit the table so it could splash up on your stone, it was almost like it had this new glow to it. I now could see that other side of your stone. It really did reveal its immense value and beauty. Thank you for that.
The weather for the hike was perfect, a little overcast but the temp was great. It was one of the harder hikes that I have done at ANP, but that is what makes these hikes mean what they do. I had to lean one you for that last mile when we dropped down into that valley on Gorge Path, right before we made the finial clime to the summit. Thank you for helping me up that last bit. Once we made the summit, the hiking team that I was with got into a circle and each one of us got to talk about their hero. Sorry I cried for a bit when I was telling your story. It was hard for me to understand how such a great young man was taken way too soon. You were born 3 days before I enlisted, and pasted away just 3 months before I retired. In your spirit of wanting to be a rapper, I tried my best to rap an old Run DMC song. Hope I did you proud, or at least a good laugh.
When everyone had conclude their stories we started to get up, when off to the side I could see this older man standing there looking at what we were doing. Jake and I were approached by this man as he asked what we were doing. Jake and I were both hold are stones, and began to talk about TSP and what we did with the hero stones. The man seemed very genuine it wanting to learn about TSP, he thanked us for sharing the stories, and what we were doing. We than got all of the stones together by the marker that showed where the summit was to take a picture. When we got done with the picture all of us hikers were talking and smiling, I again saw the same man off to the side with his head down. It looked like he was saying a prayer. I approached him when he appeared to have finished. He stated that he was with a church group from Georgia. And that he wanted to say a quick prayer for all of the stones and the hikers and thanked us for sharing this with him, so he could go back home and share this with his grandson and how important it is to always remember those that have given us our freedom, and that they showed never be forgotten. I was so overwhelmed at this point that I asked if I could give him a hug, and say thank you. It was one of the moments that I will never forget in my life. Thank you for being a part of it.
I canât imagine the ruff upbringing that you had as a young child, but you should be proud of how you changes the path that you were on. Please know that your mom and dad miss you and love you more than you will know. Know that I can hold my head high because of you. You have done more for me than I could have ever thought one could do. Thank you
âYou are not forgotten, and never will beâ
Scott B. Carson
SSgt USMC ret.
My name is Gary Rushing and it was my honor to transport Jordanâs stone with The Summit Project along with Ruck to Remember. Although Covid-19 made this Memorial Day a bit different than what we’re all accustomed to, our team adapted and overcame nonetheless.
Learning the story of Jordan’s life, his childhood, and the wonderful people who became his family, its no surprise he chose to serve. Carrying the stone of a fallen fellow soldier brought back memories of my own time spent overseas. From long hot days, to nights trying to stay preoccupied to pass the time, to getting that gym playlist just right, I knew these were the same things Jordan likely experienced as well. As we walked I thought to myself “I wish we had some music” which made me think of Jordan’s musical aspirations. I pictured him trying to find the perfect beat, and rhythm. Then I laughed when I imagined myself attempting the same thing. Its definitely not a gift we all have đ
As we neared end of the trail everyone seemed to liven up a bit, and we stopped for a couple photos. We then reached our destination at the Korean War Memorial where it just so happened that a Korean War veteran was visiting old friends when saw us gathered, telling stories of valor, and decided to join us. By this time the tone was solemn and as we stood together in the shadow of the memorial all who spoke fought back tears. We had celebrated the lives of those who, like Jordan, gave the ultimate sacrifice in service to their country, but now each stone weighed heavily on our hearts. Jordan’s was no different. It was an honor to learn Jordan’s story, to share it with others, and to safeguard his stone for another journey.
Two of my favorite quotes, are perfect for times like this:
The first is a toast for all my brothers and sisters in arms. With a raised glass;
“To absent friends, and fallen comrades”
The second; “Those we’ve lost gave their lives, to bring the morning light”
My deepest condolences
Gary
To the family of PFC Jordan M. Brochu:
I accompanied Jordan, along with a couple of my best friends, on a hike of Avery Peak on Mount Bigelow last Sunday. I use the word “accompany” completely deliberately; this was way more than just carrying a stone up a mountain and back down. After learning what I did about him, it truly felt like he was right there in our group as we griped about the slog uphill, had our hearts broken by a false summit, and had those same hearts restored when we reached the summit and got the most incredible view of the world below us.Â
I wrote this following reflection later that night after our hike, and I would like to share it with you here:
“Panning for gold and mineral hunting, much like any other endeavor, requires certain traits. One has to be willing to bear physical discomfort out among the elements, keeping a keen eye on your work at hand, looking for the smallest shiny flick to appear in your pan, having a not insignificant faith that all your hard work will pay off and you’ll find the bit of precious metal or stone you’re looking for. It’s not for those who are scared of hard work, who can’t appreciate beauty in the finer details, and who are scared to put their faith in an uncertain outcome.
Small wonder, then, that they were some of the many hobbies of PFC Jordan M. Brochu.It’s actually incredible to read the lengthy list of Jordan’s hobbies, interests, and passions – what he was willing to put his spirit into in his twenty years dwarfs the list many of us twice his age and older have. A talented football player and track team member (who went from never having thrown a discus to mastering the art in the span of one season), he also poured his heart and soul into his culinary classes in high school, spent many hours adventuring in the outdoors fishing, panning, mineral hunting, etc., and also somehow found the time to be a voracious reader and a writer, notably trying his hand at poetry. And if that wasn’t enough to fill his dance card, he also not only learned how to play the violin, but was an aspiring rapper as well.
Here I sit, exhausted just thinking about how busy one would have to be just to do half of that list well, and yet he pulled it off with aplomb.It was this strength of character he so clearly possessed that led him to volunteer for service in the United States Army. Volunteered to sign his name on the dotted line, knowing full well that he may be called upon to put himself in harm’s way and that way very much having the potential to cost him his life. That same deepness of faith that had carried him through his life to that point, however, enabled him to put that fear aside and go headfirst into the fray, that his efforts may ensure the freedoms he, his loved ones, and the rest of us enjoy.
The worst fears of his family were realized on August 31st, 2009, when Jordan, SPC Jonathan Welch, and SPC Tyler Walshe were killed by an IED attack in Shuyene Sufia, Afghanistan. To borrow a phrase from President Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, these men gave their last full measure of devotion for us. While it would be easy to just remark with sadness at a life cut entirely too short, the more I read about Jordan, the more in awe I am at such a life well lived in such a short amount of time, and the legacy he left behind not just for his loved ones, but for anyone who had the honor of knowing him in his time here on Earth.It was my distinct honor this morning to carry a stone bearing Jordan’s name to the summit of Avery Peak in the Bigelow Range, as part of The Summit Project. Not just any old stone, mind you – this one had an incredible import, owing to the fact that it was one Jordan himself had once come across in one of his panning expeditions out near Bethel. Struck by its beauty, he brought it home with him…not for its mineral value, but just the feelings it evoked in him.
Let me tell you, folks, it evoked some serious feelings from me today as well.
All I did today was what I love to do in my spare time – sweat, struggle, and toil to carry my oversized body up and down some of the wonders of nature that are Maine’s mountains. The fact that today’s efforts may have, in some small part, helped keep the name and memory alive of such an incredible man, awes and humbles me in a way that I struggle to find the words to explain.
As I was doing my research on Jordan, a line from the book of John immediately came to mind: “Greater love hath no man than this, than a man lay down his life for his friends.” As I did some further reading, however, it was this line from the book of Proverbs that, to me, seems to sum up Jordan: “A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”
The words “thank you” seem criminally inadequate here, but they’re all I have at the moment. Thank you for raising such a fine young man, thank you for sharing his memory with us, and thank you for giving me the chance to learn about and hike with such an incredible human.
Jason Strout
Dear Brochu Family,
Once again, I had the honor of hiking with Jordan, this time at last month’s Acadia National Park event for The Summit Project. And while I was awestruck by both his stone and his story last time, it was this hike that really showed me why he found this particular stone special. As we assembled for the circle ceremony, the off-and-on rain that dogged us all morning turned back on…and as I held the stone in my hands, the rain falling on it seemed to summon forth a deep, powerful glow from within. I’m normally terrified of speaking in public, to the point where I’ve gotten physically ill over it in the past, but as sure as I’m sitting here now, I felt a calming presence as I held that stone and was able to tell Jordan’s story without breaking or stammering. There’s no doubt in my mind that that stone is special, much like the young man who brought it home.
Hello Suzanne and family,
My name is Samantha (Allen) Norris and I am the Head Womenâs Basketball Coach at USM. I had the honor of carrying the stone of Jordan Brochu on Saturday, October 9, 2021. It was a brisk and beautiful day that we hiked around Back Cove and out to the Eastern Prom in Portland. It reminded me of the Fall in Lake Region, especially where you see stunning oranges, reds, and yellows for miles at the top of Hackerâs Hill.
Upon receiving word that I had PFC Brochuâs stone, I was ecstatic to know that I would be traveling along the trail with a fellow Laker and student-athlete! I just missed going to high school with him as he came for his senior year right after I graduated. Everything I have ever heard about Jordan from coaches and former student-athletes in the area has been filled with stories of resilience, work ethic, determination, and commitment. His character in competition certainly translated to his career in the Army. How fortunate are we to have had his leadership and perspective!
Carrying this stone, the weight of his story and memory, was tremendously moving for me. I wish you love and peace. I hope you are able to feel Jordanâs light every single day.
Thank you,
Sam
I had the absolute pleasure of reconnecting with Jordan at the recent TSP Baxter Sate Park event over Memorial Day weekend. A few years ago I was assigned Jordan’s stone to carry at the Husky Ruck, but there was a mix-up where he ended up assigned to another participant. I honored Jordan that day, as I would have if I had his stone in my pack, but I was so pleased to see his name and mine assigned as hiking buddies for the BS event! We had unfinished business together. As the weather unleashed torrential rain on Saturday at NEOC I was really sad that Jordan’s stone was in the convoy and not in my hands. I wanted to see how it looked in the rain and perhaps see the same magic Jordan did when he picked it out! After the hiker brief Saturday evening we all collected our stones and got to spend some quiet time that night with our Hero. I took the time to reorganize my written notes and get them down on cards for a more concise circle testimony. Which is a bit of a laugh, as our circle testimonies rarely match our written thoughts regardless of the preparation. Hiking with Team Gold meant a much later departure time than the customary 5:15am departure I am used to from hiking with Team Red, so I headed up to the lodge early Sunday to see the first three teams off and wish them well. The energy is always electric the morning of the hike, and I love starting my hike off with all that energy stacked on top of my own!
Our trail was so beautiful with lots of deep green moss and lady slippers. We saw lots of moose poop but, sadly, no moose. I heard one was spotted at the painted rock while we were gone though! So exciting. We really did have the best team, and I was so proud of each member as they navigated heat, humidity, bugs, turned ankles, leg cramps and some broken hearts as we reflected on our Hero’s lives and the weight of their losses on Gold Star Families.
Speaking about Jordan brought me such a sense of peace. I recalled standing at his grave and realizing I could see my own step-father’s grave to the left and a special fallen hero of mine to the right. Knowing they are all together on that hallowed ground has been a great source of peace and comfort for me. With each Hero I have the honor of learning about, I try to embody one of the characteristics that I admire most. Saying their names is only one way to keep their memories alive. To honor Jordan, beginning when I was first assigned his stone for the Husky Ruck, I have tried to truly embrace the things that bring me joy as he always did. Whether they seem like too much work, or contradictory to something else I love to do, I still try to devote 100% to each one of my passions. Jordan never shied away from his passions, and I think that is one of the things I admire most about him. I am so grateful he chose me for this hike so I could speak about him properly and truly complete my mission so many years later.
As a side note, when I was preparing for the hike Saturday night I threw my clothes in a pile near the door with my boots and didn’t give much consideration to the shirt I chose as I knew they were all suitable fabric. As we descended the climb I noticed I was wearing the Husky Ruck shirt from the same event when I “met” Jordan first. There are no coincidences. Thank you for raising such a lovely young man and instilling in him values that I hope to instill in my own young son. I feel honored to have carried Jordan in my hands and pack, and I will carry him forever in my heart.
It was an honor carrying the rock honoring Jordan Brochu’s memory. I was infantry in the PA 56th Brigade in 2009 to Iraq.
The C3RT ruck march with good friends and strangers that became friends on a beautiful night was incredible. I was able to catch up with some men that I hadn’t seen in a long time. I love the connection that reminds me of being in the military where we could depend on our brother to be there.
Brochu – it was good carrying your spirit with us on the 5 mile ruck.
To the Brochu Family,
I enjoyed the time I got to spend learning about Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochu. because it really struck a deep chord in my heart. A young black man destined (in the eyes of the world) for failure was taken in by the Brochu family and lived a lifetime in 20 years.
Itâs apparent that Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochu was determined to succeed and though he had a very rough start to his life, you took him into your home and raised him up as your own. Thank you for raising such a lovely young man and instilling in him values that this world needs. It is a tremendous honor to carry the legacy of this young man forever in our hearts.
There are no coincidences in life. For those who are unaware, November is National Adoption Awareness Month and Iâm writing this reflection in November. Reading Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochuâs story, I canât help but think of the bible verse Ephesians 1:5 â[In love] he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will.â I thank the Brochu Family for demonstrating the love of Christ on Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochu. Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochu was a man that received so much love from parents that it compelled him to live a life in service to others. Through this experience, I remember Army Pfc. Jordan M. Brochu with honor and he will forever be remembered by those who knew and loved him.
My name is Quint Morneault. I’m from Nokomis. I’m in the JROTC and we recently climbed Tumbledown Mountain in Weld, Maine. We climbed the mountain with most of the sophomores in JROTC and when we reached the top by Tumbledown Pond we all told the stories of the men that had fallen. We honored their legacy and had a moment of silence to honor the sacrifice they made to the country. Thank you to the family of Jordan M. Brochu for giving me the opportunity to carry his stone and honor the sacrifice he made.