24, of Lee, Maine; assigned to the 504th Military Police Battalion, 42nd Military Police Brigade, Fort Lewis, Wash.; died Nov. 30, 2007 in Baqubah, Iraq, of wounds sustained when his vehicle encountered an improvised explosive device.
To honor SGT Blair W. Emery, his entire Emery family unanimously selected this stone from their homestead in Lee, Maine.
Watch this video to learn why this stone is significant and what it says about SGT Blair W. Emery.
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My brother – you are missed greatly Blair.
YES YOU ARE HUGS
I miss you so much Blair. My brother, my hero forever!
Thinking of Army SGT Blair Emery today for his service and ultimate sacrifice to our country. We send our thoughts and prayers to the Emery family as they remember Blair with love and pride. RIP brave Hero!
Being a vet I know and understand the Ultimate Sacrifice you made for this Great Country, I am
sure we will meet some day,We know Freedom is Not Free..S/F Reggie.
In our hearts forever…. Never forgotten. Paul, Mary, Christopher, Brittany & Serenity Thompson
Missing you today Blair Emery. Can’t get that song out of my head, (All Gave Some, Some Gave All) You will always be my HERO!!!!
Christine Starkey and I, Patriot Riders both, were honored to care for the memory of SGT Blair W. Emory, via an engraved stone, selected by his family, from Portland to Millinocket, during The Summit Project’s initial event. Arriving by motorcycle at our destination, we transferred that stone to his Dad. As a Dad, I cannot fathom the greif that Mr. Emory endures. As a Veteran, I know all too well the sacrifices our servicemen and women, and their families, make in service to America. AGS, SGA.
Rest in God’s arms, SGT. We’ve got it from here. MHANF. NEVER!
It was a great honor to carry Army Sgt. Blair W. Emery’s stone to the summit of Cadillac Mountain on October 4th 2014. Before the hike I was able to learn a little bit about this great man and who he was. After meeting his parents, Quie and Bill Emery I learned even more about him and feel we would have been great friends. We shared a lot of the same interests and were both the babies in our families, each having two older sisters.
A friend comes to the side of those in need and joins you in many adventures throughout life. This hike was an adventure I will never forget and Blair’s stone represented a good friend. When the rain and wind came pouring down I had him on my mind and in my heart and that enabled me to continue on.
When we reached the summit I was proud to tell his story to the others who had made this journey and was proud to know that it may have affected them even in some small way. He seemed like a wonderful man that could make anyone laugh. Listening to his stories brought a smile to my face as it did to the others I told.
As I warmed up and changed in to dry clothes after our hike I had to thank him for his ultimate sacrifice to protect his family, friends and country that he loved, allowing me to live in a wonderful and free country.
When I returned home I immediately looked up two videos that his parents had recommended to me. The first was a YouTube video, which really gave me insight in to who he was. The clip was less than 5 minutes and I was smiling the entire time, in fact I even laughed out loud a few times. The other video I watched was ‘Welcome to Lee, Maine’, signifying the loss of two soldiers in the same town making Lee the smallest community in America to lose two sons in the Iraq war.
This whole experience has touched me in many ways. It made me realize how much we take for granted and how lucky we are as Americans to live the way we do. The reason we are able to live this way is because of the bravery and commitment these men and women have made for us. I also realized how quickly I could be on the other side of this ceremony, having a husband who currently serves in the United States Air Force. By participating in the TSP I have become a member of this ‘club’. By club I mean more of a family. There are people in this family who have lost a loved one, served and are currently serving as well as those who just want to stand up and thank our service men and women for what they have done/are doing in order for us to live our lives the way they do.
It is hard to explain in words the emotions and pride that I felt by participating in this event. I met so many wonderful people who all gathered to celebrate and honor the noble deeds that these men and women did for their country. I will forever remember this experience and the people I met along the way. The love, generosity and strength were abundant among all. “I never knew how strong I was, until being strong was the only option.” God bless all our troops and their families.
Lindsay Richards
I was so honored to carry Army Sgt. Blair W. Emery’s stone up Borestone Mountain going into the climb that i had made before, but doing it in the winter with snow shoes was a lot harder then before. Going up i was thinking about Sgt. Blair and what i had read about him he seemed like a very nice man who was loved by his family and friends. Once i reached the top we were asked to talk about the solder we had picked and when it came my turn to talk it was hard for me to put into words who Sgt. Blair was mostly because words cant describe how great or kind a man really is. He loved baseball and almost was loved by everyone he came in contact with. It was cool to also read about how he found the stone when he was 5 years old, and after using it as a door stop for most of the stones life the entire family decided to use it has his stone. Doing this hike was really challenging but i was honored to do it. Thank you so much friends and family for letting me take Sgt. Blair”s stone up the mountain and i would gladly do it again.
HERO
Good Afternoon my name is Julian Szabo and I grew up in East Millinocket Maine. I currently live in Caribou Maine with my two children, Jakob and Zachary. I am employed at Traction Heavy Duty Parts as an Industrial Salesman. I’ve been a member of the Maine Army National Guard since 2007 and currently serve as a Wheeled Vehicle Mechanic. My current unit is the 185th Engineer Company out of Caribou. Before the 185th, I served with the 126th Aviation and the 152nd Maintenance both out of Bangor. That’s a few details about me now to what brought me to this letter.
When a friend of mine mentioned The Run for Heroes and asked if I wanted to represent The Summit Project my response was an immediate YES! I felt truly honored that I once again had the chance to show my gratitude to an American Hero. When I found out that I was to represent SGT Blair W. Emery of LEE Maine I felt overwhelmed with pride. Though I never knew Blair, I’m sure that our paths had crossed going though school. Blair and I would have been just about the same age and shared lots of common friends. My family has a summer camp on Silver Lake in Lee so I’ve had the chance to spend lots of time in his beautiful town.
The Day of the race when I first laid eyes on the stone that belonged to Blair and his family I was filled with emotion and pride. Knowing that Blair himself picked the stone while at work in the woods with his father made it feel like Blair was walking with us. When I held the stone in my hand, the different layers of the stone jumped out at me. It was no wonder why Blair as a child would have picked up that beautiful rock. While walking with the five other amazing individuals that had also been assigned stones, I felt a so much pride. Most of us strangers at the start of the day, and by the end I walked away with five great friends.
Blair, Brother…
I will forever be in debt to you. Thank You! You my friend are the reason that this is a free country. You gave everything to serve and protect all of us. I am proud to have gotten to know a great American Hero and look forward to the day we are all reunited. I will continue to tell your story Blair with honor and pride. Rest easy Brother, your watch is over!
On Friday, August 7th, I received not only the great honor of carrying the tribute stone of Army Sgt. Blair W. Emery through the streets of Lincoln, but in doing so with his father and sister Betsy by my side. As I walked through the streets of Lincoln, carrying Blair’s stone, I learned of a lifetime of beautiful memories, painted so vividly, and spoken of so lovingly.
Blair Emery was surrounded by great characters throughout his entire life, and these great characters effortlessly shaped the remarkable character and young man he would ultimately become. Blair was named after a family friend, and when he was taken to see that family friend as a baby, Blair Senior said, “Well why did you go and do a thing like that?!”
A favorite memory Blair’s father shared with me was of the “Who could write the smallest” writing competition he and Blair would hold. It’s these seemingly simple memories that we all hold within our families that turn out to be the best memories – the ones that have true character and heart. When Blair came to his father with his first and last name written on a grain of rice, his father officially threw in the towel!
Rain Man was one of Blair’s favorite movies, and he would imitate Dustin Hoffman’s character, Raymond Babbitt, to no avail – which didn’t irritate his sisters at all! He was always one for humor, and enjoyed getting others going with his quick wit and ingenious imitations.
Blair created beautiful flower gardens out of stones for his mother. He cared for his family above all, and believed in serving others and serving his country. Blair was a genuine public servant.
Active in soccer, basketball, and baseball, Blair was a “jack of all trades athlete,” earning a baseball scholarship with a mean left-handed pitch. “He was a heck of a pitcher.”
Blair W. Emery was a Jägermeister and Moxie connoisseur, Red Sox-hailing, mud-trucking, life-loving Mainer at heart – we would have been fast friends.
It should be noted that the young boy who held Blair’s stone in Lincoln, was also left-handed. I was watching as he was tracing the deep etchings of Blair’s initials with his small American flag, and thinking of how he may go on to be a great left-handed pitcher one day. And it is because of the selflessness of great individuals like Blair Emery, that our children have these freedoms. We take these freedoms for granted daily, and must maintain and remember every day, that Freedom is Never Free.
His father said that Blair was a “Good Ol’ Boy,” who would rather fish and hunt more than anything. When Betsy and Blair were younger, they would sneak away to go shooting. Betsy would have the rifle straight up and Blair would be hollering at her to get the gun down!
Blair and Betsy would take the “Red Rocket” out for serious mud runs, and Blair would say, “Oh wait, this would make a great picture! Get back in the rocket and drive at me, Betsy!” Betsy nearly ran him over getting a great mudder picture – but they caught it.
Instead of accepting the baseball scholarship, Blair followed in the solid and honorable footsteps of his two older sisters, Hilary and Betsy.
Blair worked tirelessly as he served, to take on additional duties, so that his female service members didn’t have to. These service members would head off to complete their duties, and Blair would have all of these duties taken care of. I mentioned that he was a true gentleman, and Betsy quipped, “For the most part!”
He would never let Hilary and Betsy cry, and maintained that they needed to, “Tough up!” He was a true friend to both of his sisters.
Blair was a quick wit, sharp as a tack, and loved by all who had the honor of crossing his larger than life path. Blair would sneak poses when he was supposed to be standing at attention – he loved making others laugh, and enjoyed pushing the limit as well.
Blair Emery was a selfless human being, and died of wounds sustained by an improvised explosive device, when he took the place of another soldier, who was a father to young children.
Blair knew that they were entering a high-risk situation, and he put his life over the life of another who had children at home. He died a hero, through and through, and I could not have been more honored than to have carried this hero’s tribute stone through the streets of Lincoln, with his family at my side.
I was apprehensive upon delivering a tribute that would do justice to Blair’s memories. However, I have never been more composed or more confident in my words, then when I delivered this tribute. I believe that the strength and presence of all involved in the Lincoln event on this day, was a great service to all. I believe in strength in numbers.
Thank you to Jessica and Justin Cloukey for organizing this event, and for understanding the need and immense healing power of these tributes.
After having the opportunity to meet with Blair’s family in Lincoln, and his family in their entirety at Run for the Fallen, I would like to thank them for opening their arms and hearts to me. The 7th of August was a rollercoaster of both somber and joyous memories. It is important that none of these memories be forgotten. Thank you to the Emerys for having the strength, grace, and courage to share these beautiful memories. Blair will not be forgotten. MHANF.
On 13 Sept 2015 – Justin Cloukey wrote – My name is Justin Cloukey and I live in Lincoln, Maine. I was the co-coordinator for The Summit Project Comes to Lincoln, welcoming the Honor Case to our area. The event took place on August 7th and was a unique combination of pride and humility, joy and sadness, pain and comfort. Lincoln community members, active and retired servicemembers and Gold Star family members walked side by side through the streets of Lincoln sharing stories of loved ones, emotions and displaying unity to remember Fallen Maine Heroes. As the case indicates, it was my honor to coordinate such an event with so many affectived lives taking part.
Over the past 5 weeks, the case, stones and stories have proudly been on display at Machias Savings Bank’s Lincoln branch. My wife is the branch manager there, hence hosting the Honor Case at the facility. The staff have diligently stood watch, educating those showing interest on a daily basis. My hat goes off to their preparation, dedication and commitment.
This past week I had an incredibly unique opportunity. Emily Leonard, the aunt of my good friend since childhood, was nearing completion of the Appalachian Trail. She started her journey on March 9th, 2015 at Springer Mountain in Georgia. The plan was to summit Mt. Katahdin on September 9th, 2015, 6 months from her start date. My wife and I had been following her blog and discussed how great it would be to meet her at Baxter State Park and join her for the completion of her hike. My friend, Sean, and I coordinated our schedules and planned an overnight with Emily and her husband, Bruce. While making arrangements, my wife suggested I bring the stones of Army Sgt Blair W Emery and Army Sgt Joel A House. This was a great idea because not only did have the personal connections of knowing the families and working with ‘House in the Woods’ organization, but both Emily and Sean knew of the men through their school (Lee Academy). I packed my bags and stones and made my way north.
Sean and I stopped at a local store in Millinocket for a “quick” snack pickup on our way to the park. The man inside noticed the TSP magnet on my Jeep and asked how I was involved. I proceeded to tell him my stories and meeting up with Emily, aka “Black Bear”. Zachman asked to see the stones and I retrieved them from the vehicle. That’s when our quick stop became a time to share. Several more people showed up, some with connections to TSP and some simply interested in the concept. It’s interesting to note that NOBODY made it into the store when we were outside; all waited until we departed before carrying on with their day.
An early start of the Hunt trail proved difficult quickly. With Joel’s stone in my pack and Blair’s in Seans’, we marched forward into the humid wildnerness. I became fatigued and tired much more quickly than anticipated. The fog added denisity to the already heavy air. Both Sean and I realized we were in more trouble because we had the distinct disadvantage of not having 2,000 trail miles belts like our fellow journeywoman. As was the mindset of Joel and Blair, we must go forward, perservere and press on.
A pitstop at the magnificant Katahdin Stream Falls gave our legs a chance to rest as I interviewed Emily about her experienes and expectations for the remainer of the day. It was then I saw the strength of Emily as she took possession of Blair’s stone from Sean. The AT had NOT made her weak, it had made her STRONG. It reminded me very much of the military. Giving strength to the men and women who protect and serve, just as Joel and Blair did.
At the summit, I had an overwhelming rush of emotions that last at least half of the hike down the mountain. I was elated for Emily on her acheivement, thrilled for Sean as this was his first summit of Katahdin and tearful as I attempted to explain the meaning of the stones to on-lookers. I feel my, what seemed to be, lack of understandable words was masked by the tears in my eyes, cracking of my voice and willingness to continue speaking to share their stories.
The end of the day brought a different kind of conversation in the vehicles. Ones of honor, commitment, appreciation and support of our military. I am forever grateful to both our servicemembers and TSP for forever changing how I remember Maine Heroes such as Joel and Blair. I kept reminding myself that sore legs and a tired back are trivial in comparison to what Joel, Blair and so many others have endured and given for my freedom to climb that mountain and live this life. I can only pray that future TSP and Honor Case volunteers can be affected as I have been and wish the UMaine crew and beyond much success as I deliver the Honor Case to them in the following weeks.
Dear Bill and Quie Emery
September 8, 2015 I had arrived at my lifetime friend’s house Justin Cloukey. Really excited to head up to Baxter state park and meet up with my Aunt Emily to accompany her as she completes the last leg of the Appalachian Trail. As I begin to pack my gear into the jeep, Justin pulls out two stones from his pack. Justin began to explain to me about the summit project and the meaning behind the stones of Army Sgt. Blair W. Emery and Army Sgt. Joel A. House. He asked me to take Blair’s stone on our hike tomorrow of course I said yes.
As we were going north all I could think about was the stories Justin told me about Blair and Joel. Blair and Joel attending Lee Academy during the same time Justin and I went to Penobscot Valley High School. While at Lee Academy Blair played soccer and baseball. The stone that was chosen by his family needed no discussion everyone knew the stone that was going to be engraved. It was a stone that Blair found very interesting because of the different colors and the pattern of the colors.
September 9, 2015 I arrive at the trail head with Justin, Emily, Bruce, and crew. Blair’s stone on my back, stories running through my mind and my heart with his family. I am ready to start this journey. As we started up the trail on that hot and humid morning I noticed how out of shape I am for this journey. Blair’s stories and family on my mind kept me going. As we arrived at the falls I was just beaten down by the heat and humidity. Justin took this time to interview Emily. After the interview I knew I had to pass Blair’s stone off to Emily. She was excited to bring up Blair’s stone. At first I felt like I had let Blair and his family down. Then I realized in that moment that as long as his stone got to summit Katahdin nothing else matter to me. Aunt Em and I worked as a team to get his stone to the top.
During each break we took all I could think of was the story I heard about Blair when he pulled someone over for littering. Making sure that trash was picked up, even it wasn’t mine. I knew once the journey was over I would never look at littering the same. As we neared the tree line we encountered lots of rocks and boulders. Every time I saw a rock that looked cool or interesting to me I wondered if Blair would think the same. When we finally got to flatter part of the hike I got to thinking about the time of the year. It was soccer season for Lee and PVHS. Thinking about how much I missed playing soccer. I began to wonder how many times Blair and I met on the soccer field and never new that our paths would cross again in life. Soccer was my favorite sport, but Blair LOVED baseball. When I heard the stories his dad was telling about Blair and his love of the game and some of his accomplishments as a pitcher. These stories got me thinking I wonder if he ever struck me out. It brought a smile to my face thinking of these times in our lives that we probably crossed paths and here again today our paths have crossed again.
We finally reach the summit. I am excited for my Aunt Em completing her journey and I was there with her at the end. It was my first time to summit Mount Katahdin and I was happy about that. What really made me enjoy this moment was that Blair and Joel was with us that day. That their sacrifice for our freedom will never be forgotten. If it wasn’t for our brave men and women in the service we wouldn’t be able to enjoy the many things that most of us take for granted. Before we descended my aunt asked me if I wanted to carry Blair’s stone. It would be my honor to carry it down. I stubbed my toes about a thousand times on the way. Every time I stubbed my toe I smiled with Blair on my mind.
That was a beautiful story. Thank you for caring Sean.
I was very honored to carry Sgt. Blair Emery’s stone today, as me and other students from my school and teachers walked around our region and honor all who have fallen. Through the whole walk, I couldn’t help but think how special he really was, he seemed like a delightful and fun person to be around. He will truly be missed.
I was fortunate enough to be able to carry the stone of Sgt. Blair W. Emery for the Nokomis Summit Project. This experience was very unique in so many ways considering I have never done something like this before. Every cadet involved each picked a stone to bring up Big Moose Mountain and back down after talking about the life and experience of each person.
During the trip for me, I thought about his life and how many people cared about Blair in the best way possible. Many other fallen soldiers were honored in a good way, but I feel there was so much information about Blair explaining how he was and what he did, and he deserved every part of it. Just at the beginning of climbing the mountain, I knew that this would not be an easy task. On the other hand, I knew that this was what dedication was and even though it never compared to the legacy of Blair, I felt that this was the best thing we could do to show
determination like they all did. While going up the mountain I thought about a lot of things, such as who was Blair as a person, would he would of done, and of course, asking myself how long this dang mountain was. The most important thing I thought about though was would he be there if he could of. In a way, he was already there taking in the view and climb below. In my opinion, he would had loved to go and climb the mountain also. Not taking his time and telling people to clean up their trash along the way.
It is really nice to see this kind of love from a family to honor their fallen in the most unfortunate of times, and it is very nice to see that Blair isn’t some random name on the wall to be forgotten. People like Blair deserve a lot better and i’m very glad you have decided to honor him in the best way I can think of. With the town honoring him December 7th of 2007, a week after he died, to this summit project, I am very proud to say this is exactly the thing that the brave fallen men and women need to be remembered. As I was up the mountain and a couple of people had already explained there peace, when it was my turn, I just remembered all the amazing and inspiring thing that I had read of Blair and decided to give it my 100% best explanation. I gave the best possible speech about Blair explaining how he was as a person, how the stone was chosen, and what he would of wanted, and I have to say after all that. We all really felt something special. I learned through this whole trip that to not only be the best soldier you can be, but also the best person is to simply know right and wrong exactly like Blair did, and to look at the bright side of things, and from now on in my life. I’ll think of that moment and everything he believed in, and make the best of a bad situation, because that’s what made Blair so special to many. It was a huge honor to carry the stone of Sgt. Blair W. Emery, up the Big Moose Mountain.
Excited and honored to be carrying Blair’s stone in the Summit Project ride from Portland to Millinocket, with the Patriot Riders Chapter 3. Blair was a great friend to me in junior high and high school. So glad to participate in this event and honor his memory.
Nicole,
I will be carrying Blair’s stone on Sunday, thank you so much for transporting it. I look forward to speaking with you and getting to know more about Blair.
Best,
Jimbo Theinert
To The Emery Family,
My name is Jimbo Theinert from Shelter Island, New York a small, intimate island of about 2,000 year round residents. This past Memorial Day I had the honor and privilege to participate in The Summit Project at Baxter State park, where I got to carry the stones of both US Army SGT. Blair W Emery (KIA 30 NOV 2007, Baqubah, Iraq) and Marine Corps MAJ. Samuel C. Leigh (29 October 2009). Being from New York, it was such a pleasure to be a part of this ritual with the Gold Star Families, as well as the great people of Maine.
One of my favorite national parks is Acadia, located on Mount Desert Island in the great state of Maine. I had never hiked at Baxter State Park before, or really been to the Maine northwoods. I was motivated to get involved with TSP because of my brother 1LT Joseph J Theinert. He was killed in action on 4 June 2010 in Kandahar, Afghanistan when he was hit with an IED while on dismounted patrol.
His loss has been very difficult on our family, but it has taught me about the power of someone’s legacy, and the ability it has to influence others. After having met with the Emery family: Bill (Blair’s father), Hillary (Blair’s sister), and two of his aunts; there is no doubt in my mind that Blair’s legacy is alive and well. Each and everyone of them were able to share wonderful intimate stories and personality traits about Blair.
Bill shared with me a story of when Blair pulled over a higher ranking officer out at Fort Lewis for throwing a cigarette butt out of his window. The officer was clearly perturbed that he was being stopped for such a minor offense, and was naturally unhappy with SGT Emery. Well, that didn’t sit too well with Blair, so he asked the officer to get out of his vehicle, and pick up his litter. When the officer tried to outsmart SGT Emery in this endeavor by claiming, “I don’t know which one is mine.” Blair simply said, “Start picking them up, and I’ll let you know when you find it.” I find myself smirking as I write this story, because it is something so unique to a person who I never had the pleasure of meeting.
All of Blair’s family spoke of his quick-wit, and how he liked to do things a little bit differently. In terms of doing things differently, I had an up close and personal experience as I attempted to enjoy Blair’s favorite soda on the hike up Owl Mountain. The flavor of Moxie, is for me somewhere between the scale of Dr. Pepper and grape flavored cough medicine. But I was still very honored when Bill presented me with the beverage along with a whoopie pie, and needham as a snack. The Emery’s made me feel so attached to their family, in such little time, that I know that I will carry Blair’s story with me for the rest of my days.
During our summit ceremony as I shared some of Blair’s story, it was impossible for me not to see the connections to his story and my brother Joe’s. They were both 24 when they were killed, both because of IEDs, and both of them were doing exactly what they wanted to do. Hillary showed me a picture of Blair dressed as a soldier at a very young age, maybe 3 or 4, and we have so many similar pictures of Joe. The more I learned about Blair Emery, the deeper connection I felt to his service for his country. Our freedoms are provided by a great number of veterans, and while my brother’s story will always be the closest story to me; I am happy to know about another brave warrior like Blair Emery.
The Summit Project is all about honoring Maine’s fallen, and learning about their legacy. To carry a stone honoring SGT Blair W Emery, that he himself picked out at age 3, was a life changing experience. When you look at all of the stones for the Summit Project, it is clear that Blair’s stands out, just a little bit different than the rest; and I think that is good assessment of this wonderful young man. Having met the Emery family and learned Blair’s story, you can be sure that his legacy will be continued through me, and I hope that I can honor him as I go forward in life.
Thank you,
Jimbo Theinert
Dear Emery Family
My name is Zachary Dillow and on October 21st 2016 I had the honor caring US Army Sargent Blair W. Emery’s stone up Streaked Mt. for the summit project. Hiking up the mountain made me think of every thing the Sgt. Emery had to prepare for before going into the Army. All the mental, physical and emotional stress he had to deal with and fight. It takes a strong man to be able to withstand all of what he did. It was sad seeing that he was one of two solders that were from Lee, Maine. But was happy to hear how many people horned him in his home town. A veteran like him is one to never be forgotten and should always be honored. Carrying his stone was my small way to honor him. It was a horror and a pleasure to carry his stone.
Sincerely
Zachary Dillow
I am incredibly honored to have been able to participate in the Summit Project to honor our fallen Maine soldiers, especially Sgt Blair Emery. As I carried his stone up Blue Hill Mountain on November 11th and then again on the 13th in my local Veterans Race, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude for his sacrifice.
On Dec 3, 2016, MIDN 1/C Alex Crans wrote:
Mr. and Mrs. Emery,
Like your son, I too know what it’s like to heed the call of service from a small town in Maine. I also grew up in the woods and on backroads, and dug into the right-batter’s box in many Class B baseball games, doing my best to lace doubles off pitchers similar to your son. As I read the story of Sgt. Emery’s life and sacrifice, I couldn’t help but make connections between his interests and mine, two young men from Maine eager to make a difference and experience life outside of Vacationland.
I made the decision to attend the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland, where I’ve worked for four years to make those from my hometown proud, just as Blair did. Like Sgt. Emery, I have felt immense pride while I pull on a freshly starched uniform, or the satisfaction that comes from a long day in the cold with a heavy pack and an empty stomach. While I will never be able to understand a fraction of the pain that you’ve felt or the grief that comes with the loss of someone you held so dear, your son’s story and my experience hiking with his memorial stone made a lasting impact on me and my military future. I was recently selected to join the Navy’s explosive ordnance community, a branch of the service’s special operations force dedicated to the safe removal of any and every piece of ordnance in battlefields throughout the world. It was stories like that of Blair’s, of lives cut short in an instant by the devastating blast of a bomb, that inspired me to pursue this path, and it’s stories like that of Blair’s and that knowledge that I may be able to positively impact the life of someone like your son that will motivate me through the difficult training in the months and years to come.
I’ve been unbelievably blessed to have been offered the opportunity to lead America’s sons and daughters as an officer in the Navy, and I can think of no more honorable a task. It is the sacrifices of Americans like yourselves and your son that give me goosebumps every time I hear the national anthem and make me swell with pride when someone asks “What state are you from?” I wish I could’ve met your son, Maine’s hero, and I’m honored to have the chance to carry on his legacy though meaningful service of my own.
With the deepest respect,
MIDN 1/C Alex Crans
Being my first full TPS event, I was rather unsure what to expect the Memorial Day TSP. I had signed up for the TSP at USM Portland to Gorham hike that got snowed out a few months prior, so I knew much about TSP and the profound reasons for its existence. I had already shed a few tears and deep belly laughs reading past TSP essays and researching the life and passing of Sgt. Blair Emery, the hero I was selected for TSP at BSP. I was, however, completely unprepared for what Bryn, my ladyfriend (she is a lady not a girl), and I walked into that Saturday morning for the TSP at BSP trip.
There are many ways I keep alive friends and family lost to mental and physical wars here at home and/or away. This living memorial is one of the most beautiful I have ever seen and been a part of. Maine heroes are not forgotten. Celebrating and honoring the lives and passing of our Maine heroes were hundreds of men, women and children. Scout troops lead us in the Pledge and a priest, donned in his leather riding surplice, lead us in prayer. Stones of the heroes were ceremoniously placed in the care of The Freedom Riders, and lead north by Maine State Troopers was the 2-mile long convoy.
As we neared Millinocket, still on Rt95, overpasses filled with cheering community members and highway emergency roads filled with emergency vehicles and their operators, ETM’s officers and firemen. A Lincoln fire truck stood attention. Its ladder was fully extended nearly over the highway, its operator saluting next to a billowing flag atop the ladder bucket. Hundreds of other townspeople lined the streets off the highway as we neared Twin Pines. Businesses and organization signs welcomed The Summit Project along the route.
A deep reverence for the Gold Star families, the heroes and the TSP mission absorbed us
Before I knew it, I was standing with Quie and Bill Emery at the stone exchange ceremony. The riders gave the fallen heroes back to their families and loved ones to tears and hugs. The Emery’s had little idea who I was, but embraced me with open arms and hugs. I could immediately feel the love that poured out of Blair’s videos and his past essays. It was completely contagious and we soon found ourselves laughing and sharing. The evening spent getting to know them farther confirmed where Blair got the giant heart many spoke fondly of and his sense of humor. I fancy a good joke and prank or two, so the laughing and sharing continued. What an incredible honor it was to spend time with the Emery’s and get to know their son through them. Wow, how their eyes lit up when they spoke of him.
It seems that Blair left a deep impression on those he knew and I was fortunate enough to hear one such story. Blair had reached the end of his tour, but was unable to cycle home. He stayed on active duty for an additional few months and patrols continued. One patrol, Blair took the Humvee gunner position for a friend saying something to the like of, “You have kids back home, man. I’ll take gunner.” Shortly after their Humvee took an IED blast and chaos ensued. That was Blair’s last day in the fight, due to injuries sustained during the blast in the gunner position. His friend, however, safely returned stateside and his kids still have their father. Blair did many great things in sports and the community, but this may top the list. His sacrifice gave a father back to their kids.
War and politics aside, please take a minute with that one
I chewed on that as we crawled up The Owl trail, and will continue to for some time. I was beyond honored and humbled to carry the stone and story of Blair to The Owl summit. With all of Team Red, we celebrated with a ceremony to our Maine heroes and shared what we had learned. It was a beautiful day, but feeling the heroes with us made it even more reverent. Again, I celebrate those no longer with us and keep them alive in many ways. This experience has unlocked a far deeper meaning of reverence than I have ever known.
I will carry Sgt. Emery’s story and this reverence for a lifetime
My deepest condolences and thanks to all the Gold Star families. Many thanks to TSP for adopting us as family. Here’s to many more TSP events to come. MHANF.
– Andrew Kiezulas
To the family of Blair,
it was my honor and privilege to carry your loved one’s stone to the summit of Cadillac Mountain in the latest TSP hike, almost 2 weeks ago, and to share his story with the rest of my hiking team.
We set out early on a misty Saturday from Bar Harbor to head to base camp at Smugglers Den, where we would receive our stones. My 8 year old daughter and 14 year old son joined me on this hike and also carried stones of fallen heroes.
As we arrived at base camp we greeted many dear friends and met our hiking team to receive our stones. I had learned that Blair had found the stone that would eventually become his honor stone, in the woods behind his house when he was just a little boy and he kept it because of it’s unique layers. When I first held his stone in my hands, I could imagine what fascinated 5 year old Blair about this stone. It’s a beautiful smooth, dark brown rock with interesting yellow/white stripes. It’s got some good weight to it too, which is probably why it was used as a door stopper for years by Blair’s family.
After we all received our stones and hiker briefing we set out to our respective trail heads. 4 teams of 20 hikes, with one single mission – to honor those who have given their all for our freedom! Our team was assigned to the most technical route to ascent, not only Cadillac Mountain, but also traverse the summit of Pemetic Mountain.
As soon as we set foot on the trail the ascent began, sometimes scrambling over rocks, taller than we were. We had some of the youngest hikers on our team, my own 8 year old daughter included, and those kids were nothing short of amazing on their mission to carry the stones of their assigned heroes to the summit of Cadillac. Our team came together to lend a helping hand where needed. There was laughter on the trail and solemn moments, old friendships were rekindled and new ones forged, all with our ultimate mission in mind.
As the trail got steeper, layers were stripped and re-applied, as the weather changed from chilly and foggy to sunny and warm. As we reached the summit of Pemetic Mountain, we gathered our stones around the summit marker and commemorated our heroes with a moment of silence, before pushing on to the summit of Cadillac Mountain. En route, there was more climbing and scrambling, some amazing views to be had and plenty of opportunity to reflect on what was to come at the summit of the mountain, the circle ceremony, where we would share the stories of our fallen heroes.
As we cleared the tree line, the clouds parted and we were greeted with sunny skies and incredible views.
We found a secluded spot to hold our circle ceremony and began sharing our stories. One by one, we talked about our heroes. There were tears, smiles, hugs, silent moments and lots of reflection. As my turn came, I held Blair’s stone and shared his story with our team. The story of a young man who had his heart in the right place, who wanted to serve his country. A young man who loved baseball more than anything. A gifted left handed pitcher, who lead his high school team to the Eastern Maine Championship. A young man who loved his family and who had planned on being a police officer after his service in the US Army. Like so many before him, his dreams came to an end when he lost his life due to an IED explosion. It was my distinct honor to share his story with my team to ensure that his life and legacy will be remembered forever. I want to thank his family for entrusting me with his stone and want to ensure you that I will continue to share Blair’s story for years to come.
MHANF
To the family of Blair Emery,
It was my up most honor and privilege to carry your son’s memorial stone on the motorcycle convoy from Portland to Millinocket over Memorial weekend. It was a pleasure speaking with you as always and learning about your son.
Thank you very much for this honor,
Shawn Boutaugh
It was a extremely great honor and privilege to carry the stone and the story of USA SGT Blair Emery. I could have talked for days with Quie and Bill and never got bored! He and I had so much in common from our love of baseball to mudding.
As our team from TSP hiked Owl I kept finding myself thinking about that day that Blair took the position on the roof gun when he didn’t need to, but wanted to because his fellow soldier had children. WHAT A SELFLESS ACT THAT WAS! Or the day that he and his girlfriend Chu surprised everyone and made them all in-laws.
I carried along a Moxie and a whoopi pie because they where 2 of Blair’s favorite foods. I mean come on how can you be from Maine and not like whoopi pies??!! Bill, Blair’s father, and I put the Moxie to use later on in the day. I strongly feel that if we had ever met face to face we would have been great friends especially after talking with his parents.
Blair my friend you have a special place in my heart and I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU! I can’t wait to visit with your family some more and keep getting those good stories. Hopefully I’ll see Bill and Quie at the fall hike for TSP this year. Until then MHANF!❤️
06/12/2018
Dear Family and friends of Blair W. Emery,
I am Sam Donaldson a student at Nokomis Regional High in Newport ME. I am in JROTC and when I was deciding which stone I would be carrying I immediately found the story of Blair W. Emery. I could tell how much his family loved him and how much he meant to them. I had the great honor to carry the stone of your loved one Blair W. Emery this past Friday June 8th. I carried the stone up Tumbledown mountain with my fellow JROTC cadets. In my time that I spent learning about Blair W. Emery before the hike I found that he was a great man who always stuck up for the little guy and in the end he was willing to give the ultimate sacrifice for his country. During the climb there were lots of steep inclines tough spots and time that I wanted to stop climbing and rest but the thought that I was honoring such a great man kept me going. I couldn’t allow myself to stop when I knew that he wouldn’t have himself. When I made it to the pond on the mountain I enjoyed some fishing and then took some time to hike the rest of the way to the summit and say a little of what I knew about this hero. I couldn’t put into words the sacrifice that this great man, brother, and son made for our great nation.
Again I would like to say just how much of an honor it was to carry his stone up Tumbledown mountain and to remember your lost family member this past friday.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to have carried the stone and story of Sergeant Blair W. Emery to the summit of Cadillac Mountain with such a special group of people last weekend. It was an incredibly meaningful experience for me and touched me deeply. Through my own service it has been very challenging to hold and understand the loss of so many young people, some of whom I knew very well and many that I never had the opportunity to know, but who all represented the very best values of service and self-sacrifice. This very personal sense of loss stays with you and can both haunt and motivate you to live a life worthy of their collective sacrifice. While in some ways The Summit Project is a simple idea to keep individual stories of sacrifice alive in some of the most beautiful natural settings our country has to offer, in so many ways it is incredibly profound and deeply personal experience for participants and for family members. I was so moved by all the stories of sacrifice I learned at the top of stunningly beautiful Cadillac Mountain, and by the people who carried the stones and stories in their packs and in their hearts. I was reminded of the importance of our shared humanity and how giving from your heart benefits you as much as those to whom you share a piece of your heart with.
Leading up to the hike, I learned all I could about the life of Sergeant Blair William Emery. It was so clear to me how much Blair was loved by his family, his wife, his community and his US Army family. And how much love he gave out to those who loved him and to those he served with. Pouring through the newspaper articles, testimonials and videos, I could easily imagine Blair on the mound fearlessly challenging opposing batters to win the title game for his high school baseball team, enjoying outdoor pursuits in his beloved state of Maine and later taking the place of his gunner on a convoy on the dangerous roads of Baqubah Iraq on November 30, 2007. Blair liked to have fun, and his sense of humor put others at ease even in the most difficult and tense moments. He was someone you could count on and led by example. He was called to a life of service, following his two sisters Hilary and Betsey into the military. He was funny, protective and not afraid to stand up for what was right. He will always be a hero to those who knew him, to me and all who remember him. His life was tragically cut short, and I mourn with his family for all the beautiful ways Blair’s life, love and presence would have continued to enrich his family, the world and his community of Lee, Maine.
While it was so special to get to know Blair Emery’s story, meet so many wonderful people that make The Summit Project happen, and hike in such a beautiful place the most special part of the weekend for me was the opportunity to meet and spend time with Blair’s parents Bill and Quie. It was so clear to me while listening to his parent’s stories of Blair, where his sense of service, fun and ability to love and sacrifice for others came from. Bill and Quie are wonderful, loving, proud parents and grandparents who reminded me that for Gold Star families the pain never really goes away. Remembering and sharing stories of their loved ones helps keep them alive and serve to remind us all what the words “hero” and “sacrifice” really mean. As they showed me pictures of Blair and their grandson who is at the US Naval Academy, I could see that the values and spirit that made Blair a hero to all that knew him live on and serve as an example for others to follow. While I turned Blair’s striking, striated stone back over to his family, I will continue to carry his inspiring story in my heart. Thank you so much for the opportunity to participate in The Summit Project, a truly impactful and special mission to remember and honor our heroes from Maine.
Bill, Quie, Betsy, Hilary, Howie, Quie, and Alina,
Thank you for all the stories that you told me about Blair. It really helped me understand the man he was and what I needed to do on my journey.
The hike was beautiful, even though it started out raining and we had no views along the trail. Those things were unimportant for our mission. It was more beautiful because we were carrying the stones and stories of some very important people. Both Lee boys were along on our team. Someone said that they are always on the same team. I love that!
Blair being the Mainer that he was, would have enjoyed this hike, just being out in the woods, having people around, and he would have found a way to pull a prank (or two). Actually, I think he may have. One of the things I didn’t share with you was when I was putting his stone back in my pack, it fell out of my hand and rolled down the hill. Later during the hike, I put my hand on a fallen tree and it went down and so did I. I told my team that Blair was just getting me back. They agreed.
To remind me of Blair and the things he loved, I carried a bottle of Moxie, a (small) bottle of Jager, and a baseball I found in the woods that his Dad told me after the hike that Blair would have appreciated, both for having it with me, and that I found it in the woods and thought of Blair. I also carried a Moose hat because of his nickname.
Suprising Bill, Quie, and Alina at basecamp with a Moose hat was almost the icing on the cake. The real icing was the amount of time I got to spend with you and learn even more about Blair. Hilary was the only one that knew about the hat as I wanted to make sure it would be OK. Since no one knew, Hilary can be trusted with a secret.
Having known you guys for a few years, I thought it was time that I honored Blair and your family by carrying his stone and story. Prior to this I had a lot of respect for you. While preparing for the hike and after, I have even more respect. The caring and sharing of Blair’s memory is very important to you, and I will carry a piece of Blair with me everywhere I go.
Finally, the Moxie Bomb wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. Really…
Mike “Bazooka” Peterson
MHANF!
Good morning,
I would like to introduce myself.
My name is Kevin Flynn and I had the honor to carry Blair Emery’s stone as we hiked to the summit of Mt. Agamenticus, It was at the summit that I shared a snap shot of who Blair was with those who had also carried a stone. I myself have not served in the military but I grew up in a military home, with my farther retiring from the Navy after serving 21 years, and I have two brothers in the Air Force. I was born at Camp Lejeune, NC a Marine Base. I was raised knowing that you give honor and respect to those who serve. This is why I became involved in The Summit Project. This is my first time carrying a stone. I expected the powerful emotions that would come from being involved in the honoring of someone who served our country and with whom we owe a great debt and deep gratitude. What I did not expect was the impact that learning about “Blair” would have on me.
From my reading, it seems to me that Blair lived an intentional life. He went after the things he wanted boldly.
I believe he did it in way that he did not censor himself, he did not hold back. In my sharing at the summit I ended it by saying that it has been said Blair died a hero, that’s true, but just as importantly I believe Blair lived a hero. So many of us live a small quiet life, not allowing ourselves to live large and seizing life’s moments. This does not sound like Blair to me.
Being exposed to Blair just a little bit, I feel challenged to live my life more intentionally, and live it heroically. For myself, my dreams and for my family.
It has been days since the hiking event and I am still impacted daily and find myself reflecting on areas in my life that I could live more intentionally and more “heroically”.
Blair Emery has left a mark on my life. I am so grateful for that.
Thank you for this opportunity to serve someone who has served his country, and to honor someone who deserves the highest honor.
Sincerly,
Kevin Flynn
Sprinvale, ME
flynnies@juno.com
Below is what I shared at the Summit….
Army Sargent Blair W. Emery of Lee, Maine; assigned to the 504th Military Police Battalion, 42nd Military Police Brigade, Fort Lewis, Wash.; died Nov. 30, 2007 in Baqubah (BACUBA), Iraq, of wounds sustained when his vehicle encountered an improvised explosive device. Blair was 24 years old. Baqouba (BACUBA) called one of the toughest places in Iraq and Blair was there before, during and after the worst of it.
Nicked named “Moose” Emery loved baseball, next to emery’s photos and his folded flag at his parents’ house are 2 baseballs, one clean with Pres. George Bush’s signature on it. The other one dirty and scuffed up that’s the one Blair pitched in the game that won his high school team the Southern Maine Championship.
Blair enjoyed the outdoors, fishing, hunting and sailing. He would spend time with his Uncle in Alaska.
Blair enjoyed music, and played in a band in his hometown. He had a bass guitar with him in Iraq. There are videos of him and buddies jamming out.
It sounds like Blair embraced life with gusto.
Blair lived an intentional life. He met life head on, on his terms,
He enlisted in his Jr. Year in high school.
He had plans after serving to continue in law enforcement.
By all accounts he was a jokester and he pushed the limits on many occasions.
Blair was not easily intimidated. There a few stories of Blair pulling over higher ranking officers on base and not backing down when they pushed back but also having some fun at their expense.
Blair met his wife “Chu” a supply Sargent while in Iraq on his 1st tour of duty. He brought her home to meet his family and they got married in an “impromptu” ceremony in the town offices.
Blair’s father said “I go to work one day and I come home and I got a daughter in law”.
I want to read a quote from his TSP page: “Blair Emery was a selfless human being, and died of wounds sustained by an improvised explosive device, when he took the place of another soldier, who was a father two young children.
Blair knew that they were entering a high-risk situation, and he put his life over the life of another who had children at home. “He died a hero, through and through”.
This is true but getting to know Blair Emery just a little bit from this experience I believe that Blair died a hero but he also lived life like a hero as well.
Blair picked stone out when he was 4 years old, it had been around the house a lot. Even being used as a door stop at one time. When it came time for the family to choose a stone this one was unanimously chosen.
To the Emery Family,
As I sit here and reflect on my hike up Cadillac mountain on 28Sep19, I compare it to the hike I took in 2018, up the same trail. That year I wasn’t feeling great, difficulty breathing and struggled all the way to the summit, but I had a great team to help and push me. This year was different. I couldn’t explain it until I met with you two after the hike.
I had the honor and privilege of carrying the stone and story of your son/brother, Sgt. Blair William Emery. Due to my hectic life this year, I was unable to reach out to family members for stories, but you all did a very good job on the Summit Project video to give me the beginnings of understanding who Blair was. As I did my search, the similarities were striking. His fondness for baseball and his job on the mound that help produce an Eastern Maine State Championship. His urge to join the military after 9/11 and to follow his sisters in. His enlistment and success as a MP. His love of the great outdoors and his fondness of Moxie.
As I was carrying his stone to the summit marker, I was approached by a gentleman asking if we were team Blackwood. I confirmed and he stated that someone was carrying his son’s stone, Donald Sargent. I don’t know if it was the thin air, being tired or what, but the first thing in my mind was ‘That’s my uncle’s name. We don’t have a stone for him’. I then realized it was me you were looking for. I had not had the opportunity to have a family member meet me at the summit before, and I have an emotional time at the sharing circle anyways, I got nervous that I was going to miss something, say the wrong branch or rank.
As we gathered for the circle you sat opposite of me and my mind was racing to get things right. As I stood and started speaking, composing myself when I needed to, I shared the similarities between Blair’s life and mine and indicated that he could be by brother. When you spoke up saying “Oh no. One was enough.” I felt a calm come over me and I was able to complete my task. I thank you for that. Gathering around the goody table at the parking lot, I was able to meet Quie and I felt just as at ease.
Now to explain the difference this year. As I indicated, I was busy all summer umpiring Little League Baseball/Softball, and being a little short staffed at work, so I didn’t have time to reach out to family. I was also climbing with a torn meniscus in my right knee. I prayed for strength and guidance before we got on the bus. As I was the only one familiar with the trail I volunteered to be near the front. I also thought this would help keep a reasonable pace for me and other slower hikers, as long as it wasn’t too slow. When we stopped for our first photo op, I felt good. I even kneeled on the ground. About ¾ of the way up, the climb started to get a little steeper with larger rock formations to maneuver around. My knee was starting to ache, and my right calf was tightening up. As we pushed on, I thought about Blair and his strength and conviction in doing the right thing, and why I was on this journey.
As we neared the summit, I felt a weight of relief, not because the climb was almost over, but actual relief of discomfort in my knee and calf. When you (Bill) told me that Blair had pick this stone out of the woods when he was young, I thought of all the time he touched it, carried it, walked past it while it was in the home. It is my belief that part of his spirit is in that stone and with his help I was able to complete my mission and to honor his life the best way I could.
I would like to thank you for raising a child (x3) with the moral strength and conviction to stand up for what they believed in, no matter the adverse risks involved.
With much love and respect,
Don Sargent
To the friends and family of Blair, and to anyone that has the chance to read this, hear his story, or carry his stone. I heard about TSP, and had to look it up because of Emery. Em, as I knew him when we served together, was my hero. He had an indomitable spirit. When I first arrived to the unit, he was serving extra duty for some incident that I never bothered to learn about. He was painting the steps leading into the barracks. The entire time, he had a smile on his face. He lost rank, and greeted me by giving me his “new rank coin”. During crazy trainings, he had a ready smile and a joke. In Iraq, his most famous statement was “I’m a Red Socks fan. I can’t be disappointed.” He did everything he could to lift the spirits around him. He never took himself too seriously, and never thought he was better than anyone else. Even accidentally injuring himself, he embraced the ridiculousness of it. My brief time knowing him is one my greatest memories. Thank you to the Emery family for sharing his bright light with us.
Today, Memorial Day 2020, I had the honor and privilege of sharing Blair’s story. I was posthumously introduced to SGT Emery by a good friend, Josh Rosengarten, who was lucky enough to get to serve with him. Josh holds fond memories even 13 years after Blair gave his life, so I knew that he must have been very special. My husband Steve and I had hoped to attend the Ruck to Remember, but unfortunately we were unable to. So instead, we hiked to the top of our nearest “summit” (which, frankly, is not much more than a hill) in Bellbrook, Ohio. It made me chuckle to think that “Em” would have gotten a kick out of the fact that we barely got winded while the rest of the crew up in Maine hiked almost a mile up in the heat. As we sat to talk about Blair Emery in the middle of our hike, I watched his memorial video and couldn’t help cracking up even while I was crying. Every bit of everything I’ve learned about Em showed that he had a deep love for life and for his family. His sense of selflessness and dedication to his brothers and sisters in arms is truly inspiring. Thank you for allowing us to share in a part of his story.
Well Blair, where do I even start this letter to our family. I guess I should start off by telling anyone that happens to read this , that I am Blair’s oldest sister and had the privilege of knowing him on earth for 24 years before he was taken from us in the line of duty. Blair was carrying on a family “tradition” as most of our family has served in the Armed Forces. I’ve had Blair’s stone this year for an extended period, as I requested it for our annual Scholarship Motorcycle ride, and yes Blair you rode a motorcycle with me, Ha, Ha Ha! The day I picked up Blair’s stone I decided to take the back way on an old country road that I’d never been on before and much to the Blair Antic’s that our family has gotten used to an miss dearly, 20 miles in the woods, no cell phone service I hear air hissing out of my passenger side front tire, as a rock had punctured my sidewall, Thanks Blair! But thankfully I know how to change a tire and was able to keep going. But that set the tone for my time with Blair’s stone and continuing story. I had the privilege of sharing this hike and the weight of Blair’s stone with his Battle Buddy Kyle Bullock and man of man I can see why they bonded and became friends, Kyle is my brother for life! I’m sure our antics up the mountain both amused and annoyed so of our teammates, but sorry Blair would not have had it any other way. As his twisted humor was his way of getting threw the tough stuff. Kyle started with the stone and a little over half way asked if I wanted to carry it I said sure, well Blair must have known what was coming LOL! We started just about straight up from there and I must admit I was shocked how heavy his stone became and I’ve handle this stone millions of times, as it was in our home growing up. Blair I guess I just want you to know that I carry the weight of your life and story every day with or without your stone. I tell your story as often as I can to whomever wants to hear it. I talk to you even though I know you can’t answer me. I will never forget you or ever let anyone else forget you. Mom, Dad and Hilary, this trip up the mountain was healing for me and something that I’ve needed to do for the last 13 years. Blair is never far from us and sometimes if we are paying attention we get our sign that his spirit is close by. SGT Blair W. Emery I’m so proud of you, for your service and the man you were. I promise to keep your memories alive. I love and miss you Dearly Blair.
Hugs ♥️
To the Emery family,
November 15th I participated in a hike of Bald Pate Mountain in Bridgton ME with some TSP family. We each carried a stone and at the summit we talked about the heroes they represented. I had the honor of carrying Blair’s stone and story. Bill and Quie, we’ve crossed paths at several TSP events over the years but to be honest I didn’t know much about Blair. The research I did prior to our hike really helped show me the kind of person he was and how many people’s lives he touched in a postive way. Also, they say we don’t chose the stones, the stones chose us. I completely believe that after seeing all the “coincidences” that came up during my research.
First off, the stone. What a special stone, not only physically because of it’s unique colored layers but spiritually because Blair himself chose it when he was a child and it was part of the Emery household throughout his life. This stone resonated with me and my connection to Blair seemed a little deeper because of that. When I was presented the stone at the trail head my fingers traced that very thin seam in the middle around all four sides and I could picture Blair doing the same 30 plus years ago when he came across it for the first time, and probably many times after bringing it home. I’m glad you all individually chose and unanamously agreed on this stone as his TSP memorial stone.
I was surprised how much info I was able to find on Blair. In addition to the details in various prior reflection letters on the TSP site, and the video you did with David Cote, I found him on various web sites including Veteran of the Day and Military Times Honor the Fallen. The thing that was a common thread was they all contained very positive comments about his love of his family and his community, how he went out of his way to help others, and how he could always brighten the day. I loved his sisters’ comments about how he made each day an adventure. Watching the tribute video one of his group put together really showed his lighter side putting some sunshine in others’ days. It seems the light hearted jokester in him also helped break the ice, enjoy life, and take the edge off otherwise tense situations. That trait carried over to his punishments that he doled out to those he caught while on duty. Punishments with a humoorous side yet got the point across and taught a memorable lesson. I’m sure he would have made a great police officer at home.
During our ceremony at the summit I tried to tell Blair’s story as I knew it, including his pitching prowess, playing bass guitar, giving up his scholarship to enlist as a way to follow in his family’s footseps, meeting his wife during his first deployment, and the ultimate sacrifice he made replacing his gunner on a high risk mission. His nickname of Moose and his love of Moxie. And a little about the “Welcome to Lee Maine” documentary’s poignant moments regarding Blair (I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring a few tears to my eyes). On the hike back down and ride home I reflected on how much more there probably was to know. So I am looking forward to seeing you at the next TSP event where I’d love to hear more stories about Blair and ask some questions about the Madison Ave band he had or planned on playing with.
I was honored to carry Blair’s stone and story for the Bald Pate Mountain hike. I will continue to carry his story to help make sure he and the sacrifice all of you made is remembered. Next time I am up that way I will stop by the cemetery and pay my respects.
Sincerely,
Steve “Buddha” Crossman
My name is Delaney and I was given the opportunity to carry Army SGT Blair Emery’s stone with me in the Ruck to Remember with TSP this year. We did 16 miles total across Portland and South Portland. The half way point where we shared the journeys of our heroes was at Spring Point, my favorite place in the Portland area. I was very nervous to share because I wanted to tell his story right. After we were done sharing it started to rain heavily. I got very cold and after stopping for an hour and a half it hurt to move. I considered going in the safety vehicle but I wanted to finish for Blair. While hiking I not only carried his stone and his story, but I carried a moxie and a whoopie pie with me as he loved them so much. Every step of the way I could feel his stone in my pack, reminding me what I was doing. I have been told that Blair was hilarious and everyone who met him loved him. I believe I would have felt the same way if I were able to meet him. Blair was an amazing man and he will stay with me forever. It was an honor being able to share his story and carry his stone.
MHANF,
Delaney Evans
Dear Quie, Bill, Hilary, Betsy, family, and friends,
On September 25, 2021 I had the absolute honor of carrying Army Sgt Blair W Emery, your son and brother, on a journey to Echo Lake with new and old friends from The Summit Project.
As you know, Echo Lake was not the desired destination for the day, Cadillac Mountain was, but we didn’t let the threat of thunderstorms steal our mission. We embraced the necessary plan changes as we knew we would complete our mission in any weather. That mission is to share the story of our hero. The feeling of responsibility and compassion kept the smiles returning to our faces and the warmness in our hearts despite the passing rain and wind throughout the day and nights.
The hike from basecamp to Echo Lake was neither long nor difficult and through most of the 30-40mins we walked together as one group. We quickly became one big hiking community of caring, giving unique individuals who share at least one common goal; honor our fallen. There were plenty of jokes shared along the journey and many, many (many) pictures taken. There was laughter and smiles, swapping of stories and lots of shouts of “CAR!” when a section of our hike brought us to a road and an occasional car would pass us by. The mood was light, fun and happy. And then we reached Echo Lake where without a word spoken, the mood shifted.
Once Echo Lake came into our view and our hiking boots hit the soft sand of the beach, the stillness and quietness of the foggy scene overtook us, and the voices became hushed or silent. We had arrived and like a choreographed dance, we dispersed into our four hiking groups for the circle ceremony.
In the circle ceremony each hiker takes as much time as he or she needs to share the story and life of a hero. It is an emotional experience. One filled with raw pain as we relate to our heroes and the families of the fallen, but also one filled with togetherness. It’s incredibly moving and rewarding to be part of this community driven by love, respect, and honor.
When it was my turn to speak, I shared about Blairs love of baseball, and as a fellow southpaw you better believe I let everyone know he was a phenomenal left-handed pitcher! I shared how he wore his baseball uniform under his cap and gown to his high school graduation and that following graduation he pitched and won the Eastern Maine Championship.
I shared about Blairs strong family ties to the military and how he knew from a very young age that he wanted to serve in the Armed Forces. I shared some ‘good cop’ stories from his days as a Military Policeman and how Blair had a love of whoopie pies, Moxie soda and fast cars.
I shared that with selflessness and bravery he earned many medals in his career but what spoke loudest to my heart is the number of children named after him. Nine. The fact that so many families were personally touched by Blair echoes everything I learned about him. The love he gave, the love that surrounded him, the memory and honor that will continue despite losing Blair.
There were so many stories to share of Blair, and endless stories yet to be heard. Each story no doubt unveiling a young man, or boy, who loved to make others laugh, cheer people up when they are down and entertain. He is known for his kind heart and his jokester style and antics.
I thank you Quie and Bill for spending time with me around the campfire that evening. It was nice hearing more Blair stories and sharing a toast to him with his own MF Moxie Bomb made the experience complete. When I returned home on Sunday, I shared the peanut butter whoopie pie you gave me with my youngest, Hannah, and we followed it up by watching Brother Bear together. I can see why Blair loved that movie; it has quickly become a new favorite of Hannah’s as well!
Thank you, Betsy, for taking the time to talk with me Friday evening before the hike. I appreciated the older sister perspective and storytelling experience. I look forward to meeting you and Hilary in the future.
And finally, thank you Blair. Thank you for your service, for the love you gave and continue to give to those in your heart, and for allowing me to share your story. You will continue to bring smiles and laughter to others and it is with great honor that I help keep your story alive.
Spring is a time of renewal and Memorial Day is a time for remembrance, so it is fitting time that The Summit Project honors our fallen heroes during this special weekend. I was privileged and humbled to carry the stone of Army Sgt. Blair W. Emery with Team Gold on our hike on the Rainbow Loop this year to both renew his story and to remember his legacy of service to our Country.
While I hike frequently, I have never pushed myself so hard and felt such a sense of responsibility for completing the journey and ensuring that Blair’s stone made it to the summit for our circle. As I carried Blair’s stone, which he discovered as a child and had been used as a doorstop for many years before finding its true purpose as a memorial to the explorer who found it, was heavy with the weight of his loss.
We saw signs of rejuvenation all along the trail during our hike, from endangered flowers that found a safe-haven in the protected woods to birds taking wing for the first time. It was a wonderful reminder that from great sacrifice and sadness can come healing and a fresh start.
When we settled in at the summit to tell the stories of our fallen heroes, I wasn’t sure what to expect. All I can say is that it was an amazing and moving experience.
I appreciate the time Blair’s parents took to chat with me both before and after our journey and share stories about Blair as both a rambunctious young boy and as a young man, son, brother, husband, and Soldier. While I never had the fortune to meet Blair, I have no doubt we would have gotten along great and bonded over a love of baseball, Moxie, whoopies pies, and fast cars.
Thank you seems inadequate for all that Blair and his family have given to our Country. But that’s all I have to give – so thank you to his family for your kindness to a stranger and to Blair for your courage and sacrifice for our Country.
To the Emery family & friends,
My name is Bill Kirk. On September 23rd I had the honor to carry the stone and story of Army SGT Blair Emery up Cadillac Mtn at ANP. I was honored to finally carry the door stop.
This Journey started when my wife and I met up with Blair’s family and friends in Lincoln Maine to get on a bike run to honor Blair. I learned so much as I got to talk with his family on that day. I asked Bill, Quie, and Betsy if they minded if Jen and I come up to there house to learn more about Blair, there was no hesitation, it was a solid YES. so Jen and I went up to Lee Maine.
For me this is a big part of it for me. I love to hear all the stories, the good, funny stuff. We sat in your living room and we laughed, talked and got a little choked up. I had the best time talking with you all.
When we got up to ANP and got ready for the hike I woke up feeling a lot of pain and emotion. Pain with my arm that was in a brace from a surgery I had and emotion for what we all were about to do. I told myself forget the pain, Blair I got you and will tell your story. So we climbed, as we did I thought about Blair as the jokester that he was, that makes two of us, well I’m going to say three of us – Bill Emery you are in the same group as your son and I lol. We left camp on the bus and I told Jen I didn’t get to hug my Quie, Jen told me she will be there with open heart and arms when I get back. As we walked in to the camp ground I looked and found the Emery family waiting to receive their son’s stone, more emotions. I got to say his name again as I will forever & I got my hug from the family.
To all of the Emery family I’m now a side part of your family. I love you all so so much and you have my word your son’s name and stories will never be forgotten!!!! Can not wait to meet again!!!
WE THE KIRKS LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!
I think about you a bunch buddy. You were a good man and I wish the short time I knew you could have been longer. I remember the last time I saw you at Warhorse in the DFAC with a big smile on your face. You are never far from thoughts.
As we reflect on this past Memorial Day weekend of The Summit Project at Baxter State Park, we think of the beautiful weather we had, the friends we traveled with from Portland and the people we met on the way. But mostly, we think of all the fallen soldiers from Maine who were honored as well as the Gold Star families who received the stones that were carried to them.
We were honored to carry the stone and the story of Army Sargent Blair W. Emery.
As we handed over his stone to the Emery family, we were greeted with hugs and tears. We felt like we were part of the family. We felt their grief and saw the love in their eyes.
It truly was an honor and privilege to be a part of this event, to read Blair’s story, to carry his stone and to meet this wonderful family.
We want to thank all of our fallen service men and women for their service and sacrifice and the Gold Star families who grieve their loss. We grieve with you.
With our deepest respect and gratitude,
Wayne and Tina Hart
On May 29, 2023, it was my honor to carry the stone and story of Army Sgt Blair W. Emery up The Owl in Baxter State Park.
Blair has been part of numerous circle ceremonies I have been in – I noticed that he was always on my team. When I found out I was carrying his stone for TSP at BSP, I thought…finally Blair, you came to me.
I didn’t know Blair, but I got to know a little bit of who he was through his family. I enjoyed spending time with Quie, Bill, and Alina. I went to their cabin the night before the hike and they told me Blair stories, laughing and shaking their heads at some of his shenanigans. His Niece, Alina, showed me videos of Blair I had not yet seen. When it was time for me to leave, they gave me a tiny bottle of Jägermeister, a can of Moxie, and a Peanut Butter Whoopie Pie. These were some of his favorite things that I later carried in my pack. It was a special evening.
As I hiked, and I thought of Blair, all I could do is smile. I really wish I had known him. When I spied a pile of snow on the trail, I thought, what would Blair do? I figured he would probably start a snowball fight, so that’s what I did. It was a little one-sided since I had all the snow, but it felt like the right thing to do.
When it was time for circle ceremony, I pulled out Blair’s stone (and the Jagermeister, Moxie, and Whoopie Pie), and told of how he found this stone in the woods when he was a young boy. I really wanted everyone on my team to get a good sense of who Blair was, his humor, his fun-loving nature, the way he liked to push things right over the line and then stick a toenail over, and of his bravery and sacrifice. I feel like I could have told Blair stories all afternoon, and I am thankful to have him, and his stories in my heart.
When I got back to basecamp, I immediately found the Emery’s waiting to receive their son’s stone. I said Blair’s name and was embraced with hugs and made my way over to Quie for a hug. Thank you, Bill, Quie, Alina and your family for sharing Blair with me. I love you guys, and know that I will forever carry Blair, and his story in my heart.
To Quie, Bill, and family,
It was my honor to be able to carry Blair’s stone and his story on Cadillac Mountain this past weekend.
It seems the stones always choose. I was so fortunate to be able to sit and listen as you shared some stories with Mandy before she carried Blair’s stone at Baxter in May. Then I had the honor of spending 10 days on the trail with Jeremy as he carried Blair’s stone and story through the 100 Mile Wilderness this summer. It felt right to get to have my turn to get to know Blair better and share the trail with him.
It seems so many of the TSP heroes have similar traits. A drive to serve, energy and humor, bringing joy to their friends and family. Blair fits in with all of that. And then I thought about the similarities with Blair and Chris. The only son, the youngest child with two older sisters. The person to bring humor and light to the hard times. I know how hard the loss of that light is.
I am not sure if it was Bill’s talking to Blair the day before, telling him to behave, or just Blair being kind to me, but we didn’t have any mishaps on the hike. He kept his practical joking at rest. I am thinking he was at his best, keeping the sun shining and the weather warm and sunny for a beautiful day, being the protector and watching out for all the new TSP hikers I was with. It was a great day.
Thank you for sharing Blair’s story and allowing me to tuck a piece of his memory away in my heart. I feel like I have gained an honorary little brother. When someone shines so bright, you miss them so much more when they are gone.
Lots of love,
Amy
i was honored to carry Blair’s stone. It allowed me to learn about him and his story. You still live vicariously through the ones who loved you most. Rest in peace Blair.
Love,
Grace
It was my honor and privilege to carry Blair’s stone up Mount Doubletop in Baxter State Park on Memorial Day weekend, May 26, 2024. Being a veteran, this holiday always means so much to me remembering those who did not come home. After my time in the military I became an Army civilian working for the Joint IED Defeat Organization (JIEDDO) tasked with combating the threat of improvised explosive devices (the devices and the people who made and emplaced them). This made carrying Blair’s stone even more impactful as it was him and all of those like him that we endeavored to save. I thought a lot about the stories of Blair that I listened to on YouTube and those that I read online. His devotion to duty, his joy of bringing joy to others, his athleticism and his belief in what he was doing was right. I served with soldiers that Blair reminded me of and they were all on mind that day as well. It was a beautiful day and sharing Blair’s story at the summit was the icing on the cake. Giving voice to his memory felt so powerful. Returning to base camp and handing the stone over to Alina I got yet another lump in my throat and the hugs from Bill and Quie and look of appreciation in the eyes drove it all home…what Memorial Day is all about and just how amazing what the Summit Project does and stands for. Thank you Bill and Quie for the wonderful bag of goodies to remember Blair and for spending time at dinner to talk about him and share more stories. God bless you all. All the best! ~ Jeff
Bill, Quie, Betsy, Hilary, Howie, Quie, and Alina,
Being the 2nd time carrying Blair, and getting to know you all over the years has been one of the best things for me. Learning more about the man, his shenanigans and lessons is rewarding to me and I appreciate your sharing, especially the poem.
The hike was beautiful, and we had a theater student along so we were singing show tunes and being entertained the entire time. I think he would have joined in, and created even more fun.
This time I carried so many things for Blair: Moxie, Jager, Red Bull (because he ran out of it), a baseball, a whoopie pie (chocolate peanut butter!), and a custom bat that I had made for the family. The bat was something that had been on my mind for a while as I’ve had bats made for the school teams that I photograph and they’ve always loved them. Plus, it’s made in Maine and made of Maine Wood!
And of course, the Moose hat had to make another appearance. It was expected and I’m so glad that I’m able to honor Blair and keep his memory alive. I spy with my little eye something tall!
The caring and sharing of Blair’s memory is very important to you, and I will carry a piece of Blair with me everywhere I go.
Maybe next we’ll find that road sign!
Moxie Bombs rule!
Mike “Bazooka” Peterson
MHANF!