Born March 21, 1993, in Mexico City, Mexico where I was stationed as a Marine Security Guard at the American Embassy in Mexico City. Terry was 4 months old we moved from Mexico to Sangerville, ME to be closer to Terryâs grandparents after finishing my tour in the USMC. My dad was so excited that I named him after him. My dad took Terry everywhere, loved him so much, and was proud to be grandfather. In November 1994, my dad passed away and for some unknown reason Terry, being only a year and a half at the time, could remember him and would always cry when we speak of his Grandfather. His nickname since birth was Fluffy, but his military friends called him TFluff.
Terry, when he was younger, lived with his mother in Blackstone, Massachusetts and moved back to Maine before his sophomore year in high school. Terry played lacrosse with all of his friends and for his school as a Red Eddie here in Auburn, graduating with the Class of 2012.  When I asked Terry what he wanted to do after high school, he stated he wanted to join the Marine Corps like me.
Terry had his first child in August of 2015, a little girl named Madisyn Marie Beane. Of course, I have finally become a Papa. Â My wife, Allison, and I were so happy that words could not describe the feelings we felt inside. Terryâs little brother, Mason, who was 4 years old at the time was now an uncle.
Terry decided in early 2018 that he was ready to join the armed services. The Marine Corps could not take him due to his tattoos so he joined the Army and left in April 2018 for boot camp in Fort Benning, Georgia. Prior to leaving, he married his new girlfriend, Tamera, in March and they were expecting his second child in October 2018.  His second daughter, Wynter Rose Beane, was born and he moved his wife, new daughter, and stepdaughter to Fort Irwin, California in late October where he had been stationed there since August of that year after finishing boot camp.
On December 7, 2019, Terry was pronounced dead at Sunrise Hospital in Las Vegas where he was flown to on December 2nd and where our family joined him in his finals days by his side. He leaves behind a family who loves him very much and always will.
The stone in his honor comes from our family camp, which Terry helped us build. He jokingly picked up the rock and threw it into the woods, so we wanted that keepsake to be part of his memory.
Respectfully,
Michael & Allison Beane
Gold Star Family
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What a great kid! He spent many days at my home with my son Kyle.. he’s very missed.
Sending our love and hugs to you and your family <3
Dear Mike,
September 26th, I woke up at 5 AM. Too prepare myself for the days adventures hiking Cadillac Mountain with your sons memorial stone. As I stepped out of my cabin the fog was so thick It felt like it was raining. You couldnât see across the field at smugglerâs den Campground to the tent that we all would be meeting and get loaded onto the buses to head to the mountain. While sitting on the porch having my morning coffee, slowly seeing lights come on in other cabins, tent zippers unzipping as my fellow hikers emerge into the daylight. The buses were a little late pick us up but that was fine, we had time to talk get to know each other before we set out on a journey to honor our fallen heroes. After the bus had dropped us off at the bottom of the mountain. It seemed like the fog was starting to clear, we took a great group photo and then headed out on a mission. Stopping along the way taking pictures of everything fellow hikers, memorial stones, and a few pictures of the valleys around us. The fog is still very thick coming up the Valley almost looking like the trees were on fire and covered with smoke. As we made our way up the mountain we got to know each other very well talking about our heroes in their lives all the way up to the summit. Upon arrival at the summit we gathered for another group photo with all our stones and then we found a quiet spot to do our circle ceremony and tell each other about our fallen hero and the person that they were. There was not a dry eye in the group as we made our way Around the group talking about each Hero. I did not have the honor and privilege of knowing your son. But I do now have the honor and privilege of telling the world about your son. When I got home the first thing my son, Scotty asked me was. Who was the hero that I got too carry to the Summit? He didnât ask me how my hike was or if I had fun camping. He wanted to know about Terry. I will continue for as long as I can to honor your son and tell everybody about The Summit Project and especially talking with people but All the fallen heroes like Terry. Again thank you for raising a hero. Thank you for letting me be part of your life and sharing all the great stories about Terry.
Sincerely,
Shawn M. Boutaugh
U.S. Navy Veteran
To the family and loved ones of Army PFC Terry Beane,
I had the distinct honor and privilege of carrying Terryâs stone and sharing his story for this yearâs TSP at BSP event. As it was a virtual event due to COVID-19 restrictions, we were tasked with using creativity to come up with locations to take our assigned heroes.
I knew that I wanted to do something truly unique, special, and also meaningful. I was blessed to be able to participate with my teenage daughter this year, as the virtual option opened up opportunities for hikers of all ages and for other family members to participate. After we spoke with Greg, my daughter was the one who officially made the call to sign up for the Ruck to Remember.
This ruck was to be no easy task. It would include 16 long, fast paced miles across Portland and South Portlandâand would also include police escorts at times! I had Terryâs stone out as I was packing and preparing for the ruck…and I smiled as I knew I would be in good company for this event. Every time I would feel the weight of his stone, I would keep pushing forward.
And that is exactly what happened. The day of our ruck, the forecast called for rain. We started out on Baxter Boulevard in Back Cove, which was so fitting as this was to be our Baxter State Park event. The skies were overcast and the rain managed to hold off until halfway through our trek, when we all sat in a circle with beautiful views of the ocean as we shared our heroâs stories with our group. The rain became more steady as the day progressed and the temperature was quite chill. My body was starting to protest at the end, but I felt the weight of the stone and our purpose for todayâs ruck was bigger than my physical condition in that moment. Feeling that weight was the encouragement and motivation I needed. I was determined to finish the ruck for Terry and to ensure that all of our Maine heroes are NEVER forgotten. I look forward to learning more of his incredible stories as we prepare for our Acadia event in the fall and to share them with my team of 20 at the summit of Cadillac Mountain.
MHANF,
Courtney âGPSâ Evans
Dear PFC Terry J. Beane,
I enjoyed the time I got to spend learning about you and your story, because it is so close to the one I live every day. First our birthdays are just 9 days apart. We both wanted to go into the Marine Corps first, but another branch said they would take us first. We both care more for the person to the left and the right of us, then we do for ourselves. God, we talked so much on the trail. I got to tell you about what your dad and I talked about, and different things I did in the military, and then we were about a mile into the hike when I started to get a bad cramp in my legs. I swear a feeling came over me and said, âits ok take a breakâ. I paused and looked down and there was a stone in the perfect shape of a heart. I leaned over and picked it up, and just like that I had no pain in my legs. Iâm guessing this was you helping me out, thank you for that. When we made it to the top and got into a circle to tell the story of each of our heroes I started eating the gummy worms that your dad told me were your favorite, but I just couldnât bring myself to drink the Moxie sorry about that. Hey I drank a Fanta orange soda. Does that count? When it was my turn I didnât get out two words when I started to get chocked up. You had a heart of gold, you were always looking out for everyone else. You carried your grandfather’s name with honor. You would have been a great Marine. For that I will always call you brother. I will never let your name be forgotten.
SSgt Scott B. Carson
USMC Ret.
To the loved ones of Army PFC Terry Beane,
What a privilege it was to read and learn more about Army PFC Terry Beane and for his family to commemorate his death with a meaningful stone. Throughout this entire process, the following poem came to mind:
At the rising of the sun and at its going down
We remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter
We remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring
We remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer
We remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn
We remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends
We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live;
for they are now a part of us
as we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength
We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart
We remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share
We remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make
We remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs
We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live;
for they are now a part of us
as we remember them.
It is a great honor to remember.
My hope is that we will continue to keep his memory alive!
I had the privilege to hike with your stone during the annual Baxter State Park event. Like your father, I was a Marine and knowing I got to honor his son’s memory meant the world to me. So, here are a few thoughts. I am sure you were laughing because the stone you threw into the woods at your family’s camp is heavy! lol But, the weight was fitting as it reminded me of the weight your family carries not having you here. From learning about you, I can tell you were the one who brought laughter to a situation, who cared deeply for those he loved, and who took service to his country seriously. You were in good company with Team Gold. There was lots of laughter, each hiker was caring, and each took the duty of carrying the stones seriously. It was unusually hot on Sunday (91 degrees), but there was a light intermittent breeze to help keep the bugs away – although when that breeze stopped – holy moly – there were a lot of mosquitos. It was all worth it though. We took a picture of your stone by the water looking over at Katahdin. The view was beautiful and you would have loved it. To the family of PFC Terry J Beane – I am deeply sorry for your loss. It was an honor carrying Terry’s stone and his memory lives on.
To the Family of Terry Beane:
Thank you for the great honor and privilege of hiking Cadillac mountain with your son Terryâs memorial stone. After arriving at smugglerâs den on Friday night close to 7:00PM I realized I have left all my notes in my work truck, trying to remember all the great conversations I have had with you Mike, helped immensely to remember everything I needed to know and had learned about Terry. Getting up very early in the morning and preparing myself for the hike, hoping and praying my leg and back would cooperate with me for the day. The weather was perfect all day. Low to mid 60s and sunny all day. We left smugglerâs den and headed to the trail head. With many thoughts going through my brain about what to say when we reach to summit. The hike was great. The company was great. I met a lot of new faces and got to know a lot of great people. Upon reaching the summit, I believe Terry was looking down on us, because the wind started to blow slightly enough to keep us cool and keep the bugs away as we talked, so others, could hear and learn about all the heroes. When it came my turn to talk, I began to speak about Terry and just spoke from the heart and tried to remember all the great stories that I have heard about him. I felt a lot closer not only to Terry, but the whole group of hikers. I will look forward to more meetings, conversations, and time to spent with Terryâs family, and learning more about him. Again I canât thank you enough for the opportunity to be part of your family and the hike. The day will be forever remembered not only in my thoughts, but in my heart.
Sincerely,
Shawn Boutaugh
U.S. Navy
It’s been over 3 years since losing my Friend and Brother. It doesn’t get any easier. So much life we didn’t get to share. I miss you T. We’re keeping you’re memory alive. Every holiday, every birthday. You’re here. Love you Battle.
It has been a week since I had the honor and privilege to carry Army PFC Terry J Beane’s memorial stone. I had such a mixed bucket of emotions leading right up to the day of the hike. This was my first event for The Summit Project, and I had no idea what to expect. I honestly thought I was just going to carry a rock up a mountain when I first signed up. The more I learned about TSP and the task laid out in front of me, the more nervous and excited I got. I was nervous I wouldn’t complete my task or do a poor job at telling your story. I was excited to give back to families and friends who help mold and shape our nations heroes. One of the strongest emotions I got was pride. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride when I told Terry’s story.
The night before the hike, I could barely sleep. I had an early morning alarm at 2am, packed up my truck and went to go pick up another hiker in our group, and made the drive to Smuggler’s Den Campground in Acadia. We ended up being very early and arrived well before light.
Once the sun started to emerge, I could see the TSP tent, and we made our way inside to pick up our stones and meet everyone. One of the 1st things I noticed was the memorial stones. I found Terry’s stone, and the nervous feelings I have had right up until now are gone and nothing but that sense of pride remained. After meeting the rest of Team Red, we collected our stones and made our way to the busses that brought us to the trail head.
The day started a little cloudy and not much sun. The further we got along on our hike, the better the weather got, the clouds cleared out a little, and the sun was shining. The breeze was perfect. We couldn’t have asked for better weather. We found a nice spot at the summit of Cadillac Mountain to get into a circle and tell our hero’s stories. Not many dry eyes in our circle.
To Terry’s Family,
I thank you all for the honor and privilege to carry his stone.
Know his story will continue to be told.
Know his memory will not be forgotten.
Know he still has a positive impact on the world we are in.
Know he was a hero.