25, of Aroostook, Maine; assigned to 2nd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, N.C.; died Nov. 2, 2010 at Camp Bastion, Afghanistan, of wounds received while conducting combat operations.
To honor 1stLt James R. Zimmerman, his parents, Mr. Tom Zimmerman and Mrs. Jane Zimmerman retrieved this stone from an outdoor fire pit near the lake on their property in Smyrna, Maine.
Watch this video to learn why this stone is significant and what it says about 1stLt James R. Zimmerman.
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LT James Zimmerman
2010/11/02
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âJames Loved The Men He Commandedâ
Written by Jane Zimmerman– Gold Star Mother
1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman, born May 18, 1985, was Killed In Action on November 2, 2010 by small arms fire while leading his men when engaging the enemy. He was the commander of 3rd Platoon, Echo Company, 2nd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment. He deployed June 13, 2010 to Operation Enduring Freedom in Helmand Province, Afghanistan.
James was our third child. His older brother Christian and sister Meghan loved him sooo much. James brought laughter and fun to all of us! Growing up, he was dressed up as someone else more often than he was himself: Patch the Pirate, a old-time Preacher, a cowboy, Davy Crockett, an Indian, and a bike accident victim. Once while we were out skiing, he dressed like a white-camouflaged Marine and often he dressed as a regular camouflaged Marine.
When he disobeyed he would be sent to his bed and he sadly would say, âOK Mom.â He would stay in his room until I remembered to tell him he could get off his bed. He easily said, âIâm sorry.â He grew up on our small farm in Northern Maine, playing outside daily. He enjoyed the farm animals: Rosie his cow, Chico his horse and his black lab-shepherd mix Bonita. The dog was always by his side, in his bed, on his lap in the recliner, traipsing beside him in the woods or where ever James journeyed. His father and I gave the two-week-old Rosie-cow to James as a gift for his sixteenth birthday. He wanted to learn to rope a calf; he never did â but instead walked her on a dog leash. At times James could be found curled up beside Rosie when she laid down in the hay to nap!
At church James looked out after the little kids. Well… he looked out for kids at restaurants and Wal-Mart too. Guess he was always looking out for others. After Jamesâ death we received a sympathy card from a young man. His note described how other kids on his team had been picking on him while playing a church game. His brother told James about the teasing. James took the boy on his team and the boy wasnât picked on anymore. Another time we were climbing Mt Katahdin with some church kids. Selena was wearing shoes that belonged to her mother. They were too small and her feet blistered. James carried the girl and her pack for the last part of the descent. He always seemed to carry someone elseâs pack. I was told he also carried other soldiersâ packs during trainings and on Marine humps.
For twenty years our family made monthly visits to the local nursing home and had a church services with the residents. We sang and played music as a family. James was so comfortable going there, singing for the elderly and visiting with them: shaking hands, hugging the women and talking military to the veterans. He would often sing with me, his mother, as I played the guitar and his sister played the piano.
He loved being a counselor at Camp Good News and was always watching out for his boys. Wherever James went, his cabin boys followed, sitting all around him, clamoring for his attention. He was their lifeguard and also helped teach them archery. He played with the kids during the big games that were held in the evening. He sat with them for meals. Whether it was at a church, a nursing home or a camp, James loved to be involved with people.
The first Marine recruiter call came when James was ten years old. He had sent âthe cardâ in on his own. The nice Marine told him to keep doing well in school and he would talk again with him later! The second call came at age fourteen. When James was seventeen-and-a-half, we drove him to the MEPS center in Southern Maine to give his life to the US Marine Corps. I have a picture of James raising his hand to be sworn in as a Marine. He and I didnât know what that really meant.
We spent three hours waiting. In the next room was a TV set the size of the wall flashed live footage of the first day of âShock and Aweâ in Iraq – a new military plan to protect and keep us safe in America. The room was filled with service men of all ages. Each time a bomb lit the TV screen, the men exploded with cheers. I asked the Marine in charge if James would be going to Iraq and he said, âOh Yes.â
Not being military, I just didnât know what to think. James had always wanted to be a Marine – felt it was his calling. We had always supported him as we felt it was his calling also. We fully trusted God to take care of James, as we did for Him to watch and care for our other two children at home. We were proud to be Americans. After all, our country helped to look after struggling countries far away. James often wanted me to sit and watch âwar moviesâ with him. I did because I loved him but I never liked it. We would chatter through the battle scenes, and I would always direct James to be the hero that lives and comes home! But, we didnât talk much about ââwhat ifâsâ. Not sure why, maybe I wish we had…
James joined the US Marine Reserves in Maine for a year and then he was offered a scholarship to NROTC at the University of Maine, in Orono. He wanted to be an infantryman and didnât want to leave the men in his unit so he refused the offer. Five of his superiors got on the phone and told him he needed to do this. He needed to be a Marine officer. The next four years of study were very hard consisting of general courses that James didnât have much interest in, sprinkled with physical education, military history, studying the different wars, and leadership. James excelled in anything that came close to the Marines. I believe he excelled in his leadership studies because he loved the men he was in charge of.
While in the Marine Reserves, James volunteered at the Topsham Fair for security details. A woman who worked the fair wrote that for the seven days she knew James, she felt safe when she saw him report for duty.
Lynell Winters, a veterinarian student at UM Orono, met our young Marine while he was in training to be an officer. She was one year ahead of him. They were mostly apart – she moved to North Carolina for Veterinarian studies while he finished NROTC. Then he was Commissioned II Lieutenant and sent to Quantico, Virginia for Officer Training. They traveled back and forth to see each other and married just one year before James deployed. Lynell moved to Rhode Island for a Veterinarian Internship.
The year before Jamesâ deployment—not to Iraq—for the war had moved on to Afghanistan, he was in charge of a Marine platoon. They trained together preparing to fight in Afghanistan. One weekend James was off duty and had traveled the one-and-a-half hours to see Lynell. He was notified that one of his men was in trouble for the third time. James didnât need to return to base, but he did in order to be with his young Marine. He told us on the phone that so many of his men came from troubled families. He said how much he appreciated his own home and family. When this Marine went before the board, the members wanted to discharge him from the Marines. James stepped forward with him. He told the board that his man was a good Marine and wanted him to deploy to Afghanistan with his unit; Joshua spoke at Jamesâs memorial service at their Patrol Base in Afghanistan. James believed in people and they came to believe in him. Joshua contacted his mother asking her to attend Jamesâs funeral and represent Jamesâs men still fighting in Afghanistan. At the funeral she waited in line for hours to hug us and tell Joshuaâs story.
While only deployed for five months, James lost five men from his platoon. His Sergeant Derek Shanfield deployed to Afghanistan before the rest of the unit to make preparations. The Sergeant was killed by an IED before the rest of his unit was deployed. On two different days, four of Jamesâ men were killed in action. He called home each time to tell us. It was very difficult. His Dad said, âYou know James…you can cry for them.â
He replied, âDad! I âm doing the Marine thing here…I just love my men…â
In a phone call James told us of a safe school that his unit set up and patrolled for children who had not been schooled for nearly six years. He told us it was âhisâ school. James spoke of wanting to put together a safe area for a bazaar so the Afghani people would have a secure place to shop. As a platoon leader Daniel met with the local Afghanistan tribal leaders; I was told they liked and trusted him. James wanted to take care people who could not defend themselves.
In Arlington, after Jamesâs burial, we all gathered at a local restaurant set up by one of Jamesâs commanders. His men surrounded us to share stories about James. At a table I had a Marine seated on each side of me holding my hand; each took turns telling us stories about James and his men. His platoon was known for using the most ammunition and going on the most patrols. As platoon leader, James had to lead many patrols and chose to join patrols even when he didnât have to. He would step aside and let his Sergeant take charge but felt the need be with them. On the day he died they had already patrolled an area. Having previously encountered two firefights, they were heading back to base when they heard enemy fire. They turned back to fight. James and Sullivan were sitting in a ditch. Both had full protective gear on. A spray of bullets came and both men were hit. A bullet hit Sullivan on his vest and another hit James just barely beside his vest. The Lord chose to take his child James home that day.
Four years later at âThe Run For The Fallenâ in Southern Maine, the Marine Color Guard Jay Foley, who had been with Jamesâs Platoon and under his command in Afghanistan, told us that unlike most officers James would sit and eat with his men. He would spend off time with his Marines rather than with the other officers.
Foley said, ââZâ was the greatest Marine I ever knew.â
James loved the men he commanded.
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It is no wonder why James turned out the way he did. His parents Tom and Jane Zimmerman taught him the more important factors of life and he learned them well. Loved this interview. Thank you so much for posting it on Facebook.
Always a wonderful tribute to JamesâŠ.always a tribute to Jesus! James was who he was because of his wonderful parents, Jane and TomâŠ.and Jesus! Lynel was much blessed to have him in her life.
Tom and Jane so many wonderful memories or your lovely family— Our children were older then James in the Christian school . We as parents were working together as families for our children. I learned to love and appreciate you and your family so much!! We don’t under stand the why of life yet we know some day we will under stand it better. James had so much going for him with a great family and support. Love you Tom and Jane!! When we are weak Christ will make us strong. I have seen the strength of Christ in both of you during this difficult time. Your reward will be for you in heaven. I thank God for the memories of James and your family!!
Well done Tom and Jane! Your faithfulness has always been a great encouragement. This video is wonderful and quite a tribute to James. So blessed to have you as friends! The Summit Project is a great endeavor and a perfect way to honor James and so many others who sacrificed their lives for their country.
Everyone know the Zimmerman’s and why James was loved as he was…. Such a wonderful and caring family with lots of love . this is a wonderful tribute, thanks for sharing, I enjoyed it so very much. he was a wonderful young man and it because of his wonderful parents and upbringing.
My wife and I spent our summers at a camp on the lake near Jane and Tom’s home. After listening to this interview I regret that we did not get to know this family better. Their family did indeed practically live on or in the water. We marveled at their endless energy. We were deeply moved by the loss of their son. I just got off the phone with my sister to alert her of this project. She lost a grandson, Jason Dore, from Bingham Me. and will be alerting her family about this project. Thank you Penny for posting this interview on FB. May James and Jason rest in peace.
I am a member of Patriot Riders of America Maine Chapter 1 and I am participating in the Summit Project. I will be carrying James’ stone for a part of the way to the bottom of Mt. Katahdin. I am so grateful to have been able to watch this video of Tom and Jane Zimmerman to learn more about him. James and I share many of the same beliefs in life! I really do wish I had known James personally. Jams is the type of person I surround myself around, a “do”er and not a quitter, cares about others and is compassionate, motivates and inspires others, makes a difference, loves people, loves his family, makes people smile. I really do wish I had known James personally. But after hearing this interview, I feel like I know more about who he was and the amazing person he was. I would absolutely love to give each of you a big hug someday, but please know, I AM SO HONORED TO BE CARRYING THIS STONE đ
Tom and Jane. I love you so much. I love James. Thank you for this incredible interview. Thank you for your family’s service and for your friendship. Love, Chris
I too, am a member of Patriot Riders of America Maine Chapter 1 and participating in the Summit Project. I was honored to be selected to carry Lt Zimmerman’s stone for part of the way. I was privileged to meet and talk with Tom and Jane at the park on Sat and did so with a few tears and many smiles. Thank you both for your sacrifice. Words alone cannot convey the honor this was for me. Ron Workman TMCS(SS) USN (ret)
Tom and Jane â
I had the honor and special privilege to carry the memorial stone of your remarkable son â First Lieutenant James R. Zimmerman, U.S. Marine Corps. Thank you both for joining us on this inaugural hike.
James loved drawing, carving, outdoors, his backyard where he grew up, sailing and his horse, Chico. James also loved bonfires and his memorial stone was taken from his familyâs lakeside fire pit where James enjoyed hours of joy and love with his family, and a favorite of mine as well â grilled red hot dogs. James was an avid outdoorsman, an athlete, a true gentleman and a compassionate warrior. He always had a smile on his face. He made others a priority by listening and leading. James never tired of giving his mother a hug.
I was touched to meet Jamesâs parents Tom and Jane and learn about Jamesâs humility, grace and dedication. Learning about James has made me a better leader, stronger servicemember and more compassionate public servant for others. His lifelong ambition was to serve in the U.S. Marine Corps and dedicate his life to his country. Throughout his military career, he aspired to lead by example and loved his men, who in return loved him and respected his leadership and example.
I think he would have liked a project like The Summit Project. I am extremely honored and truthfully, quite humbled, to have carried his memorial stone.
My hope is that through the act of carrying his stone for the hike and carrying his story for a lifetime, I was able to pay proper tribute to an extraordinary Marine Corps Leader, a compassionate warrior, a humble public servant, a principled and devoted husband and son and a true American hero.
I knew early on that I wanted to carry Jamesâs stone. In fact, I think it is more accurate to say that James chose me, rather than me choosing him. We have much in common. Both Marine officers. Both very proud of our home state and both very dedicated to God and country. When I met with you both last year, you welcomed me into your home, took all the time to share James with me and you would not let me leave without a beef stew dinner. I felt like family then. I know I am family now. I am so honored to know you and call you friends. I am thankful for the life lessons youâve imparted upon me by sharing your sonâs memory. I thank you for your friendship and mentorship.
I have learned much about James through you and those who knew him. I think about the stories you shared as James the protector, and faithful servant of God. I imagined what it might be like to meet James before his death. He would have the same smile as his mother, Jane. He would have the same gentle kindness of Tom. He would place others needs in front of his own and he would always stay calm in crisis and say hello to everyone he met. It would take him forever to walk across the University campus.
I tried to emulate James through the TSP at BSP weekend. Taking the time to greet others, demonstrate my sincere gratitude, listen to their concerns, find solutions, integrate our team, bring out the best in others, and remain focused on the mission. Like James, I wanted to be an example of servant leadership. I always tried to remain upbeat, positive and alert â just like James would. I tried to give credit to others, even when faced with personal praise and honor â as James would. I tried to find new ways to challenge myself and grow â as James would.
I was so proud and so honored to carry Jamesâs stone. It is a popular one because James demonstrated the very best in whatâs good in America and our state of Maine. He was smart, fun, dedicated, capable. He was mentally and physically fit. He was resourceful, strong and hard working. He was grounded, humbled and he knew what he stood for. He protected others and was part of something bigger than himself.
I hope the weight of Jamesâs stone has allowed me to share in the weight you must have felt when you lost him. Tom, you said it best âwhen that weight gets heavy, stop thinking about yourself, and I think youâll find, that weight getting lighterâ. It was my honor and personal privilege to carry Jamesâs stone and be able to look you both in the eye and say with 100% assurance that Jamesâs memory lives on in a living memorial where countless more hikers and trekkers can learn the life of your son and because of that connection â they can make better decisions about leadership, service and giving back. I hope that my leadership to TSP can allow me to continue the work of James and our other fallen heroes toward creating a safer, sounder, more just America.
Thank you Tom. Thank you Jane. Thank you for getting behind me with the concept of TSP and entrusting the memory of your wonderful son to me and others. Maine heroes are NOT forgotten.
With deepest respect,
David
David J. Cote
Major USMC
Founder â The Summit Project
Tears in eyes. Thank you for understanding James.
My son Jon was one of James best friends growing up. Jon and his wife Laura had twins 7 weeks ago and named the boy James in memory of him. Our little James has been fighting for his life and I have envisioned James spirit rooting him on :),little James is a fighter just like James and my prayer is he grows up to become the awesome young man James was. Thank you David for the memory of James,so proud of the man he was and the memory he has left for us to follow!!
The first 10 days of June 2014 I had the great honor to ride with James from Southern Maine out to Montana and back. We rode along a large portion of the Historic Lincoln Highway from central PA to the middle of Iowa. We stopped at the Freedom Rock in Sac City Iowa and paid homage to those veterans of all conflicts who made the supreme sacrifice. We rode the Chief Joseph Highway in Northern Wyoming and climbed to the summit of the Beartooth Pass in Montana, what a wonderful adventure it was. We returned home through a portion of Ontario Canada and arrived in Southern Maine safely on the 11th of June.
I can’t adequately put into words what a privilege it was to have James accompany me on this trip. As we passed and saluted memorials to veterans all along the way and I explained and told James’ story and the story of the summit project over and over, I was humbled by the attitude of the people we met, a far cry from the reception of vets in the 60’s. Rest assured that they are not forgotten.
Looking forward to the next trip –
Ron Workman TMCS(SS) USN (ret)
The Path to James R Zimmerman
It was on December 13, 2013 that I first heard about The Summit Project. My mother, an Army veteran, daughter, Heather McGlauflin, a former Marine and Eastern Maine Community College veteran adviser, and I where attending the dedication of The Robert E. Gilbert Veterans Lounge at the College.
The Keynote speaker was Marine Major David Cote. He spoke of his mission to challenge the living by honoring Maine’s fallen heroes since September 11, 2001. I learned that Maj. Cote visited each Maine family and collected information about our fallen heroes lives. He also collected stones of significance to each family and had them engraved with the names,rank, dates of birth and death of each soldier.
The Summit Project, the first living memorial of it’s kind in America was underway! The inaugural hike was planned for memorial day 2014 up Mt. Katadin. Having climbed Katadin 3 months earlier with my cousin, Robin Pare’ an Army veteran; my daughter Heather also wanted to make this trek. Now we had a reason, much more important than any personal goal. We were psyched!
Memorial day 2014 at Baxter State Park was a memorial day like no other. The Stones and the stories of the soldiers they represent were passed from the hands of boy scouts, to bikers, to families, to hiker. The whole town of Millinocket lined the streets as the Patriot Riders motorcycle brigade carried the stones from Portland to The Twin Pines Campground. There families received the stones and passed them to the hikers to the sounds of bagpipes. It was a day of awe and reverence. We were anxious and excited that the next day, a day that had been planned for for a year was finally here. The day of the hike up the Owl Trail was the day, I learned about James.
Three teams of 12: The Red, White and Blue teams had formed quickly. My cousin Robin and I had not made the cut to be official hikers but Heather did. Nonetheless, Robin and I were determined to go to support TSP and Heather in any way that we could. The morning of the hike, Robin and I hung back a bit from the official hikers as we were unofficial or ârouge hikersâ. We soon found that we were not the only ârougesâ. On the trail we met Tom and Jane Zimmerman. We learned that they are the parents of James whose stone was being carried that day by Maj David Cote. We cried as we learned that James had died at age 25 on November 2, 2010 in Afghanistan due to combat wounds. These two loving parents were living every parents greatest fear. As a parent, I have long thought that a loss of this magnitude would be too much to endure. I would crumble to dust. I am sure that without Faith in God this would be so.
While listening to Tom and Jane speak of their beloved son, his service to our country and ultimate sacrifice; I knew that I was in the presence of God’s Grace. I learned that they are a faith based family. James was raised with the foundation of faith as his rock. There in the mist of unspeakable loss, I felt the presence of God with us. That is what carried us up the mountain that day.
I knew that I wanted to be a part of The Summit Project and to learn more about 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman. The next hike was October 4,2014 up Cadillac Mountain in Arcadia National Park. This time, I MADE THE CUT! I was so excited to learn in August that as an official hiker, I would have the honor and privilege to carry the stone of your beloved son who died in service to our country. I learned that James’ stone was taken from the family’s fire pit by the lake. He loved a bonfire and made a fire pit as a first thing he did when he got his first home. He grew up in Aroostook and graduated from a Christian Academy where is father and mother both work. I learned that James was a loving son, gave many hugs to his mother, was very close to his sister Meghan and hero to his brother Christian. He was an artist, craftsmen and animal lover who loved to draw and build things.
James was a born protector. He was living his life dream having always wanted to be a soldier. At age ten he got a recruiter call after completing a card expressing his interest. He enlisted in the Marines at age 17 and became an officer after he graduated from the University of Maine in 2008 where he met his wife Lynel, a veterinarian. She ran Boston Marathon 2012 in his memory.
James was resilient, responsible and respected. He never gave up even when he struggled or failed. He forgave his shortcomings, took responsibility for his actions and stood up for others and what he believed in. He was a fearless leader, champion for others, who always had his men’s backs. âZâ was loved.
He will never be forgotten by those who knew him and those who continue to learn of him and carry his stone. He was remembered by one of his men in a Memorial Day address 2012 in Virginia. He is remembered annually each spring since 2010 by The Zimmerman Fitness Challenge at his Alma mater The University of Maine. James was physically fit and mentally strong. Funds were raised for a perpetuity scholarship in his name..
The more I learned the more I felt a kindred connection to James. I think he must have played a part in me being selected to carry his stone. I had failed to make the team at Baxter State Park but didn’t give up, went unofficially and learned about him for the first time. I think he was rooting for me! In preparation for Cadillac, I wanted to honor James by working hard to become more fit. James was my inspiration for workouts to push myself. I wanted to be ready mentally and physically. James has a BIG stone. The day of our hike, I was worried if it would fit in my pack.
The day of the hike was rainy and gray but that did not dampen our spirits. Emotions ran high and we were focused on our mission. I was on Team Tarn. Several of us had gone on practice hikes, twice up Dorn Mountain and once up Bald Mountain in preparation for this day. At last we were all together to work as a team. TSP had grown from 3 teams of 12 at Baxter to 4 teams of 20 for Cadillac. Hikers from various backgrounds and experience all coming together for a common goal. A well executed plan was put into motion. Four teams converged up four trails to the summit in remembrance of our fallen heroes.
The Summit Project is a community of Maine’s fallen heroes united as a family. This family has grown by sharing it’s stories and support. During the hike, we helped each other when the going got tough. Honestly, despite it’s size, I never felt the weight of James’ stone in my pack during that hike. What I felt was it’s warmth and protection. James âHAD MY BACKâ! I continued to feel warmed by James at the summit of Cadillac as we gathered in a ceremonial circle in a driving wind and rain. I thought of the warmth of the fire pit from where Tom and Jane collected James’ stone. I did not want to give up his stone when it was time for me to place his stone with the others at the summit.
It was not until we came down from the summit to be reunited with the families at Thompson Island that I felt the weight of the loss of James. Never a weight on my back; James’ stone was my warmth, my protection, my motivation, my strength that day. I was so very happy to be reunited with his parents Tom and Jane. I met for the first time, his beautiful sister Meghan, her sweet three year old daughter Haley and 5 week old infant son Miles as well as several his cousins. It was when I gave James’ stone back to his family that I felt the weight. I felt the weight of loss of James in my heart. I know I can never take away their pain. But I can tell you that I am grateful to know that such a wonderful man lived. He will NEVER be forgotten! I am humbled by this experience. It is with pain and pride that I will remember this extraordinary young man, taken from us too soon. A young man with his father’s smile who believed in God, country, service and sacrifice. Learning about him makes me want to be: a better person, champion for others, forgiving and resilient. God Bless You All.
On March 6, 2015 I had the honor of carrying the stone of First Lieutenant James R. Zimmerman, U.S. Marine Corps, through Portland, ME. Although I never met James, his memory will be remembered through this project and I’m glad I was able to be apart of it to make sure Maine hero’s are not forgotten.
From: Scott Stitham
Zimmerman Challenge Weekend
Written on April 22, 2014
On April, 18th I had the honor of being the caretaker of James Zimmermanâs stone at The Zimmerman Fitness Challenge held at the University of Maine in Orono. Over the long weekend I had a compelling journey with it: not just a physical outing, but a deeply profound and thought-provoking experience.
The night before the ZFC I traveled to Augusta to meet up with two members of my TSP family, Ted Coffin and Andrew Coleman, and even though I hadnât seen them in a few months I was welcomed right back with open arms. I said my goodbyes and then received the stones of James, Brandon Silk, Christopher Gelineau, and John Brainard for our team and started my travels back home to prepare for the morning. As the miles passed by, with the stones in my passenger seat, I felt a tremendous emotional connection, that I could not withstand. I had only made it to Newport when I had to pull over and look at them.
The first stone I held in my hands was Jamesâ. A mere rock that had been overlooked for years, now is a symbol of solidarity for the family that lost a precious part of their lives and I found myself blankly staring at Jamesâ for 20 minutes. The stories I had heard of James all came flooding back to me while I was sitting at the rest stop. It was quite overwhelming and I started to doubt my abilities to carry it the next day.
From every source I researched about James I learned he was an excellent leader his men looked up to, that he pushed them hard, and was always there for them when the times got tough. I decided that I would let James push me and his memories guide me through the day and the ZFC. I had never met James, but I could put a voice to his picture in my mind.
On the day of the ZFC, I met up with our team, Tony Llerena, Spencer Smoot, and Tom Hayden, and handed out the stones we would be carrying all day while meeting them, essentially, for the first time ever. We did the ZFC a little differently than the other teams as we carried weighted rucks the entire time throughout all the evolutions and movements. What we were doing was in the memory of a soldier that hadnât come home and for a family that would trade anything for one more day with them. It wasnât ever about our ego, pride, or to say âlook what I didâ. Time did not matter; only the team mattered.
Before the start of the ZFC, I met up with Tom and Jane Zimmerman and introduced myself. They are truly amazing people. They encouraged us all and participated in the Challenge as well. During our pack run I started noticing what a difference we were making in the morale of those around us. Many people that knew James would come up and touch my pack or say a kind word on what we were doing. I knew at this point that all my doubt from the night before was gone and we gave the field our very best that day. It was a day of never leaving a teammate behind to struggle and forming our own bonds of family with each other that afternoon. That is what James was all about and throughout our trek I could hear him saying âwe got thisâ, âthis isnât hardâ, and âhelp your teamâ.
At the end of the ZFC and I introduced my wife and son to the Zimmerman family. TSP is all about family bonds and I wanted my family to know theirs. We all have different backgrounds, but the family bonds we build around each other have the power to lift a spirit even on our lowest day. I am honored to have carried Jamesâ stone and memories that afternoon, but this was just the beginning of the weekend that I spent with them.
On Sunday it was time to uphold another part of the weekend I was looking forward to with Jamesâ. His stone was taken from their family fire pit where they have forged memories over the years and I brought him to mine. Throughout the afternoon my son, who is 5, helped me haul brush and tree limbs to our fire pit. It was a nice 60 degree day for some hard work and a bonfire. I placed Jamesâs stone near me, just before touching off a 6â fire in his honor. Iâm sure he was smiling ear to ear. Hard work and being outside is something that both of our families love and Iâm glad I could share that. I sat and reflected on the event the day prior and went over how things could have been done better and how I could have been a better leader. My next outing will be better due to this one. Itâs all a learning experience and was very thought provoking. It was nice to have Jamesâ ideals in my head while mulling it all over.
For my last adventure of the weekend I participated in the Healthy High 5K on the Orono campus on Monday. To say I didnât look like the other racers is an understatement. I was dressed in my work shirt and heavy cargo shorts with no performance gear and no running garb like the other 500 people. I did, however, have my ruck and a sandbag on my shoulders. It was a very uncomfortable and heavy burden of 150lbs extra for the TSP families. It was the physical weight of a person that would be a constant reminder to me that we are never alone.
I had packed all 4 of the stones we carried over the weekend in my ruck: Zimmerman, Brainard, Silk (who is from Orono), and Gelineau. The date of April 20 is important as Gelineau had given his life on this very day 11 years prior. It was threatening to rain on us at the start and all I heard was grumbling from a lot of people that they might get wet. HA! That is what people were worried about? It seemed petty to even hear this after the gravity of the weekend had set in. I was welcoming the rain with open arms. It was one final tribute to the amazing men for which we gave the weekend; to be completely humbled by the load and weather. The weather did not disappoint me. I finished in under 50 minutes and was met by Tom and Tony at the end with a warm embrace of new found friendship. They had run the 10K after we had all battered our bodies at the ZFC, too.
The bonds we make in life with complete strangers that hold the same values and goals as us are simply amazing. I learned so much about myself over the weekend I spent with Jamesâs memories. Iâll never get to meet him, but his ideals and strengths will be taught to another generation and passed on. I will see to it. MHANF.
To the Family if James R. Zimmerman
Hi there, I am posting this to tell you about the hike I took in honer of 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman. My JROTC program climbed Mt. Bigalow just recently. It was a great experience for me, as-well as my peers. I personally felt felt honored to carry James stone, I have a family member in the service, and I feel great when I give back to our community and when remembering the sacrifices that have been made. One of the biggest things that I noticed between my group was a huge sense of camaraderie. When one person was struggling, or needed a little push, we were all there for each other. We had all made it to the summit and off the mountain safely. I feel that James would have done the same. I remember in the video of James parents, that they had told a story of how James helped one of his men who was facing being kicked out of the service. He had supported his man and convinced the board to give him a second chance to serve his country. And, it is nice to know that there are many people who share the same great traits as James. I think he would be proud to see all of us here, working together and helping each other out.
Sincerely Zakary Ellis
Dear Jane and Tom,
âThere is more to a boy than what his mother sees. There is more to a boy then what his father dreams. Inside every boy lies a heart that beats. And sometimes it screams, refusing to take defeat. And sometimes his father’s dreams aren’t big enough, and sometimes his mother’s vision isn’t long enough. And sometimes the boy has to dream his own dreams and break through the clouds with his own sunbeams.â
â Ben Behunin
The Summit Project at Baxter State Park weekend was the culmination of so much for me. Having met you both in 2011, only a few short months after Jamesâs passing, it was both of you who were sharing your story with me. Each year, for the next two, I looked forward to seeing âTom Zimmermanâ in the event registration. Knowing that we shared grief over losing a loved one, it was our short conversations that raised my spirits. This hike specifically, coupled with your openness and willingness to speak of James, was the opportunity to better understand your son.
Iâm quite certain James was with us, a silent member of Team White, as we ascended Owl Mountain Trail. More than just a stone in my pack, he was in Godâs beauty all around us. From the gorgeous stand of portly maple and birch glistening in the early morning sunshine, to a stoic stand of tall spruce with a carpet of lichen, to the gruff rocky outcrops high above the treeline. He was there.
You both spoke so eloquently of Jamesâs ability as a leader, the way his men excelled with his direction. I purposefully situated myself a few individuals ahead of you as we started, wanting to watch, listen, and learn. It quickly became evident, where James got his leadership from- it was the outstretched hand of you Tom as the going got a bit tougher, it was the song and spirit of you Jane as the miles wore on, and it was the stamina of you both combined throughout.
On our entire ascent, James was there. I appreciated listening to stories of James as a young child, trying to find his way; of his pickup truck and how itâs not quite your type of vehicle to drive, but itâs still a piece of him; and finally to the more sensitive, personal side of relationships after Jamesâs passing. It all was very real for me, and I found it very easy to relate. With each story, I came to understand him better.
As the three of us, and our Team White members exited from the scrubby brush that obscured the last quarter mile of the trail near the summit, I was immediately taken aback by the enormity of not only the patchwork of granite rock and green forestland rising further above me, but by the sense of being in the right place at the right time. As I turned 360 degrees around, looking north, south, east, and west, it was what was above me that really resonated. A peregrine falcon; a symbol of liberty, freedom, and victory, moved effortlessly in the air currents above. It was at this moment, as if selected for me, that I knew James specifically, but all of our Fallen Heroes, were with us in spirit. As we organized the stones weâd carried for the circle ceremony, I kept watch of this falcon. As one of our team members, and active Army member, unfurled the Stars and Stripes he carried with him from Afghanistan, with its gritty sand still inside, this falcon disappeared. It was almost as if on cue, affirming a successful job well done.
You both embody the character and compassion I heard many speak about James having. Both hiking with stones, and learning of other Fallen Heroes from their Gold Star Families, it was your captivating and heartfelt speeches of their lives, a man and woman. As James would have done, you drew on personal experience to create a picture of their lives. One picture that lives in my mind, is of Tom leading us in prayer, circling the stones as we gave praise for their sacrifices. Iâm certain that James provided this same moment of reflection for his men, too.
One of my most memorable moments of the entire weekend was coming back from the hike. As I exited the building to applause from the families and TSP staff, a feeling I was not prepared for, I saw you both line up ahead and present other Gold Star Families with their loved ones stones. While waiting, I lost sight of where you both ended up in the line of Gold Star Families. As I scanned the long line of Gold Star Families, I was truly moved when I finally spotted you both again. It immediately made me think of how James must have felt, completing basic training, graduating, and then marching in to search the crowd and finding your proud faces.
It was an honor to carry Jamesâs stone, a privilege to understand James as a son, and itâs truly inspiring to watch you both embody Jamesâs legacy by helping other Gold Star Families through their journeys.
Maine Heroes Are Not Forgotten
That was so beautifully said. Thank you. Jane is my sister, Tom, my brother-in-law. James was my nephew, cousin to my children. TSP has inspired my family to move forward, to know and honor other fallen heroes in a way I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to. Your words of reflection and inspiration heal another piece of my heart.
I live on a farm in New Gloucester. Not long after James was lost, I was in the barn and heard a noise. I stepped out at the same moment that an Eagle swooped low in front of me. He was close enough for me to see his eye, his talons and his tail feathers. He circled three times and flew off. Since then I have seen an Eagle several times in different places. Its moments like these that connect me to James.
To the Zimmerman family,
I participated in a Goruck event on Friday and Saturday June 5-6th, in which several stones from The Summit Project were carried by all members of the team. I was privileged to speak for your son at a ceremony we held among the team to remember the fallen. I did my best to get to know him through newspaper accounts of his passing and the very moving video of you both on the TSP website. While Iâm sure I only scratched the surface, what I found truly resonated with me. It is a rare combination of courage to both fight to stick up for the smaller kid and be unafraid to hold your motherâs hand in front of a unit of marineâs. I think it speaks volumes that both his classmates and his men remember him as having changed the course of their lives for the better. His ethos that when knocked down he would always get back up is one of the chief virtues that I aspire to (but do not always attain). We are all flawed, we all fall down, but it seemed like your son had truly understood that the measure of a man is how willing he is to persevere. His drive to protect those who cannot protect themselves, his genuine caring for those around him and his commitment to strive to be the best he could be shone through in your video.
Growing up in a Navy family, Marines were always in the background of my life as silent, benevolent protectors. As I grew older and families around me experienced some of the same loss that you have I came to understand a little better what the price of that sense of safety is. I cannot say that I deserve it at that price, but I can say that I am profoundly grateful to your son and to you. Your sonâs commitment to God and Country and the sacrifice he made for all of us here at home is not forgotten. I wish you all the best and thank you for the opportunity to get to know a little bit more about your son.
Very Sincerely,
Alec Crowell
Tom & Jane Zimmerman,
I just wanted to tell you how honored I felt being able to carry James stone during The Summit Project comes to Lincoln. As I read and listened to you speak about James it showed me how proud and happy he made you,and it reminded me of how proud my son has made me.
While waiting for the walk to begin I was able to share James story with several olderMarine veterans from the Lincoln area and amazes me the bond that is created by Brothers in arms. I was also privileged to meet and walk with Dustin Harris’ mom and dad which ment a lot to me. As we walked and I thought about what to say at the ceremony many things raced through my mind about James.
James ” loved the men he commanded”. As those words came to mind it showed me James “Got It!” I too am in the military and have lead men on deployments and with that same mind set that the men under your command comes first. The sacrifices that James made for his men were very ever dent in the testimonies and respect that was shown to James. He upheld the core values of the Marine Corp- Honor, courage, and commitment.
Finally I want to say again Thank you for letting me get to know James.
Semper Fi. “Always Faithful”
Grady A. Thurlow
To Althea, Jane, Tom, Lynell, Christian and Meghan,
It was my pleasure to meet Jane and Tom at the Run for the Fallen back in August, and to meet Jamesâ grandmother Althea on 18October. On 17October, it was truly a privilege and honor to carry the memorial stone engraved with First Lieutenant James Russell Zimmermanâs initials.
This solid broad stone from the familyâs fire pit had experienced the trials of heat from fires, and the cold of Maine winters. I took note of its resilience to extremes and thought about how it may have represented stages of James preparation for his life as a Marine officer. As the Team Lead for hike team KEBO, my pre-hike preparation in learning about James showed me over and over again that he was an accomplished officer and leader. I found lots of evidence in the family interview posted on the TSP website, and from a phone call with one of Jamesâ college roommates during his time in Orono (MK).
Some of the stronger signs of Leadership skills that rang out for me were that James was totally faithful to his Lord, and to his family. He was a consistent and successful protector of anyone that needed help. He pushed himself to become excellent, and pushed his teammates to excel and be ready. Stories of his workout routines were impressive and daunting to me. For James, they were a part of the preparation for what was to come. A mark of an effective leader is that they have successful and accomplished followers. He was completely loyal to his men and the missions, and his men were loyal to him in return.
With all of his dedication to becoming a Marine officer, I was told that he often had a smile or grin on his face. I also learned that while he was in Orono, he and his roommate adopted a pair of stray cats. I found the balance of his strong and soft sides to show a well-rounded view of his personality.
On our hike up Cadillac Mountain, I took comfort and strength from the weight and presence of James’ stone. I was responsible for 20 hikers that day, and had met 17 of them at the Thompson Island staging area for the very first time. With the hubbub of check in, stone assignments, bathroom breaks and short hike briefings, we didnât have a lot of time to âbuild our team spiritâ. However, we were the fortunate in that we were allowed to borrow one of your family flags. The team found the symbolism in that it was YOUR flag, and it became our common item to follow.
Our hike started with a short rain shower as we hopped off the bus. We experienced warm winds on the climb up, a very short burst of tiny hail, and cool breezes when we arrived at the summit. As we followed your flag up the mountain, the team of strangers shared stories, developed relationships and bonded into a unit of teammates with two purposes: honoring the teamsâ heroes, and keeping all of their stories alive.
While I hiked , I found that myself thinking about Jamesâ reputation. His active style of leadership helped me to make some confident decisions that morning during a brief period of uncertainty, and then to go forward trusting the new plan that I had formed. My time together with Jamesâ stone left a positive imprint on my thinking about the value of action in leadership. Please know that I treasure those hours that I got to honor James that day, and that it is now a part of my life story.
Going forward, I will work to improve my own leadership skills by putting one of Jamesâ key strengths into practice. Namely, I will work harder to support others as they overcome obstacles and develop new skills.
Yours truly â Russell James Shoberg
P.S. On behalf of Team KEBO, I am extremely grateful for the familyâs trust and help in executing of a complex plan of flag handoffs involving Tom, Althea, Tony, Scott, and myself.
I FIRST LEARNED about The Summit Project in 2012 and its mission to honor the fallen immediately resonated with me. As a veteran myself, TSP provided an outlet for the desire to remember the fallen, express gratitude for their sacrifice, and support their families.
A LITTLE OVER A YEAR AGO, I set goals to complete 10 Tough Mudders in preparation for carrying a TSP stone through the Worldâs Toughest Mudder in 2015. âTough Mudderâ is a 10-mile obstacle course; and the âWorldâs Toughest Mudderâ is a 5-mile loop that participants complete as many times as they can over a 24-hour period.
I REQUESTED JAMESâ STONE because of the parallels in our biographies, including close birthdays; longtime aspirations of military service; and even deployments around the same time. After receiving approval in spring to carry Jamesâ stone, I started training with a backpack loaded with a medicine ball and labeled with nametapes that read âIn Memory of 1stLt Zimmermanâ and carried that same pack through all my Tough Mudders. At Worldâs Toughest I also decided to dig into storage and complete the 24-hours wearing only standard-issue military gear from my time in the service. If it was good enough for James in Afghanistan, I figured, it was good enough for me in the Nevada desert. Plus, I expected it would pique peopleâs interest and initiate opportunities to tell his story.
IN MANY WAYS, the entire experience leading up to and including carrying Jamesâ stone went just as I hoped: Taking to heart what Jamesâ father, Tom Zimmerman, advised hikers to do in the TSP video, I went out of my way to help other people out on the course, offering an extra boost or an extra hand-up before continuing along the course. Jamesâ story inspired me to push harder and kept me from giving up. There was one moment in particular, only few hours into the 24-hour Worldâs Toughest that I was confronted by objective physiological failure, disqualification, and a very premature end to my journey. And while Jamesâ stone on my back wasnât making the obstacle any easier, his memory certainly pushed me beyond where I thought my limit and kept me pushing onward.
GODâS HONEST TRUTH is that I got into this thinking I was performing a community service â that I was somehow contributing to the honor of Jamesâ legacy by donating my time and talent to it. That I would be writing this account for the benefit of his family and friends to reassure them that âI learned about James â I have remembered him â and I have shared his story in dramatic fashion â he is not forgotten!â
BUT I WAS TAKEN OFF-GUARD â and Iâve been struggling for over a month â with how different I feel compared to what I expected. The more I have reflected on Jamesâ life and what carrying his stone meant to me, the more I have realized how mistaken I was â about everything. I am still striving to understand the gravity of Jamesâ life; and his sacrifice; and what it means to truly honor him.
âHONORING THE FALLEN BY CHALLENGING THE LIVINGâ goes far beyond the challenge of summiting a mountain or negotiating an obstacle course, Iâve begun to understand. It is when we push our egos to the side; when we go outside our comfort zones; when we offer our time, attention, friendship, or a helping hand over a wall that we honor them. When we recognize that these fallen heroesâ lives were oriented toward â that we recognize we all have a duty to orient our own lives toward serving others.
âLIVING A LIFE WORTHY OF THEIR SACRIFICEâ goes far beyond seizing the moment. It means emulating the best in our fallen heroes so their sacrifice is vindicated by their continued positive influence, through the selfless actions their legacy inspires us to take. We shouldnât simply take a moment of silence to remember them â I SAY THEIR MEMORY SHOULD SPUR US INTO ACTION! Rather than mourn their loss, we should thank God for their example and we should go forth inspired to emulate it.
CONTRARY TO WHAT IâVE BEEN PLANNING TO WRITE for months, Iâve omitted my respect for Jamesâ character â because you know it. And I bore myself trying to weave an inspiring story of my escapades in Jamesâ honor â because they did far more to imprint his memory on my mind than they will ever do to impress anyone else. And while I did my best to exalt James by telling his story to family and friends and fellow Tough MuddersâŠ
GODâS HONEST TRUTH is
that hearing about how warm and engaging he was makes me want to break free of my own comfort zone;
that hearing about his dedication and resilience makes me want to overcome discouragement;
that hearing about his faith and compassion makes me want to spend less time thinking about myself;
that learning about his lightheartedness and enthusiasm makes me want to appreciate my daily life more;
and â yes â hearing what a PT stud he was motivates me to get to the gym to get in better shape â
because sometimes I would swear I can almost hear his voice pushing me to be better.
AND, FOR MY PART, THAT IS HOW I can report that Jamesâ legacy is remembered and furthered and enhanced:
JAMES CHALLENGES ME â EVERY DAY â TO LIVE A LIFE WORTHY OF HIS SACRIFICE â AND I ACCEPT HIS CHALLENGE
I had the honor to carry the stone and the story of Lt. James R. Zimmerman. I first heard about James after meeting his wife, Lynel at a wedding. Lynel and my wife, Danielle were childhood friends from northern Maine. I sat next to Lynel during the reception and listened to her and Danielle go back and forth telling stories of the past and sharing plans for the future. At one point during the reception, Lynelâs husband, James called her to say hello to everyone and to congratulate the new bride and groom. James was serving overseas with the Marines at that time but I looked forward to meeting him when he returned and we had planned for them both to attend our wedding. It wasnât long after, when I heard the news that Lynel and the Zimmerman family had suffered a great loss. It didnât know at the time that James and I would reconnect but here we are years later and I feel like I have come to know a friend.
As the Unit Director of the South Portland Boys & Girls Club, I can speak for all the staff when we say that we take a lot of pride honoring our Veterans throughout the year. So when one of my staff, Jen Kirk came to me asking about the Summit Project, I first had to do some homework to make sure it would be good partnership for our organization. It took all of 1 minute on the Summit Project website before I was convinced that we had to join together. I also scrolled down to see what members of the fallen here in Maine had stones. When I saw that James was listed under âthe honored,â I knew that it was a sign that this partnership needed to happen.
The staff at our Clubhouse constantly strive to work with members about âbeing a part of things bigger than ourselves.â We are always looking for these teachable moments, but this moment found us. The event here on February 27th will be something that our members, staff, families and community will never forget. I served as a police officer in Portland for 7 years and here at the Clubhouse as Unit Director for almost 4 and it was one of the most emotional and impactful events I have ever been a part of.
During the research portion of this project, I believe I have come to know James very well. I said that day and Iâll say it again, I believe he and I would have made great friends. Reading the stories and listening to his parents speak on the video, taught me that being a leader isnât just another designated appointment but rather itâs earned day after day by the people who walk along side of you. I hope someday that I become a leader like James.
I enjoy hiking and at times I get caught up just trying to race up to the top of the mountain but one thing that I have learned after server hikes, is that the view from the summit isnât always the best. Often times the best views are the stops we take along the way and the people we share them with. I am going to try and stop more and reflect. I will never take for granted the sacrifices of the Fallen and the sacrifices made by their loved ones. I will do my best to continue to honor their lives and I hope someday to have an opportunity to sit down with the Zimmerman family. I look forward to more walks with James.
Sincerely,
Raymond W. Ruby
âif you can’t carry it in your heart or on your back you probably donât need it.â -Unknown
My name is Kasandra Grover. I go to Nokomis Regional High School in Newport Maine. Right now I am a sophmore and I have the great honor of being apart of JROTC and the poms team. I carried the stone of 1st Lieutenant Zimmerman. I was greatly honored to carry it because I had participated in the 2016 Zimmerman Fitness Challenge. It was a great experience and I canât wait to do it again next year!
The Zimmerman Fitness Challenge was a real struggle. It was physically and mentally challenging. It felt like I had achieved something whenever I finished a station. It was overcoming an obstacle, but I never gave up even when it was hard. There were times when I wanted to give up but I didnât because I just thought in my head âWW1stLZD?â which stands for âWhat Would 1st Lieutenant Zimmerman Do?â I just know he wouldnât give up, so neither would I.
I had the great pleasure of meeting Mr. Zimmermanâs parents as well. When I saw that his name was on the list I didnât have to think twice! I signed my name next to his stone.We climbed Big Moose Mountain and climbing it was a great experience. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
I carried his stone for the Summit Project which honors Maineâs fallen heroes. Climbing the mountain was fun, but challenging. It was hot outside, there was mud everywhere, the bugs were biting, and some cadets had real struggles that they overcame. Whenever I got tired or felt like quitting I thought of 1st Lieutenant Zimmerman. I thought about his passion and drive to do good. I thought that if 1st Lieutenant Zimmerman was here, standing next to me he would give us all motivation to never give up. He never gave up and never backed away from a challenge.
Climbing down the mountain was a challenge for me. Not physically, but mentally. I am terrified of heights, itâs always been a big struggle for me. So when we were going down I just thought about 1st. Lieutenant Zimmerman and his drive. I honestly think that I would have failed if I didnât have the motivation of carrying an American Soldier’s stone. I just thought to myself: âIt takes guts, courage, and honor to be in the military and they face harder challenges everyday.â
They overcome their fears everyday, and it just so happens that 1st Lieutenant Zimmerman helped me face mine.
To the Family of 1stLt James Zimmerman-
It was a great honor to carry the stone of 1stLt Zimmerman during the Baxter State Park climb up the Owl on 29 May, 2016. This was my first Summit Project event, and I had a fantastic time meeting with Tom and Jane Zimmerman, and hearing some of their stories about James.
Though I never met James, I do feel a connection to him. Even before I moved to Maine in 2013, I knew that I would be serving in the 1stLt James Zimmerman building that is the home of my unit, Company A, 1st Battalion, 25th Marine Regiment. Knowing that James was not only a former member of Company A, but also served in the 6th Marine Regiment was a special connection that I am fortunate to share with him, and I proudly carried my French Fourragere up the Owl during the hike, and wrapped Jamesâ stone with it during our Teamâs summit ceremony. Knowing Marines who served alongside James, and the extremely difficult missions and high levels of enemy activity that he experienced in Marjah in 2010, I was very humbled to be chosen to carry the stone and the story of such a Warrior.
I was particularly fortunate to have spent some time with Tom and Jane Zimmerman and hearing their stories about James. What gracious, courageous and caring people they are, and my wife Traci and I felt humbled to be in their presence.
I feel that the group of hikers that I climbed with, Team Red, had a very strong bond, great chemistry, and the hikers on the team really understood the importance of the mission, and the honor that it was to tell our Warriorsâ stories. From the hike up, to the summit ceremony, everyone had numerous insights, stories and characteristics about their hero that they shared, and I was honored to be able to share Jamesâ story amongst such great people.
I see Jamesâ smiling face as the first thing that I see every morning when I walk into my unit, and this hike was very special to me. To be the one to carry Jamesâ story and stone was a great privilege, and it was magnified by receiving the stone directly from his parents. I look forward to seeing the Zimmermans at future events, and am eager to hear more great stories about such an honorable and special Marine.
Semper Fidelis
Adam Sacchetti
To the family and friends of James,
Today Greg Johnson and I hiked up Table Rock Mountain in Maine with 44 children who all have a parent or sibling currently serving in the military. They carried 27 stones up the mountain today. Here is a letter from the campers that had the honor of carrying your hero.
“Today I, Alex, and my buddy, Jacob, were honored to have carried James’s stone up the mountain. He seemed like a very loving person and we greatly appreciate the opportunity to carry on his legendary story.
Love,
Alex and Jacob”
Jane and Tom,
I had the privilege of carrying Jamesâ memorial stone and story to the summit of Cadillac Mountain on a beautiful 1st day of October as part of Team Kebo.
Knowing how James would always carry more than his load helped me on my journey to the summit. His stone never became heavy, but his loss did. He was too fine of a person to have been taken so young. Heaven must have been in need of an Angel that day, and James would be the best Angel to ever serve in heaven.
His commitment to those he served and those that served him was second to none. He was an excellent example of how a person should live their life. If only others could be half the man he was, this world would no longer have any problems. Though he had faults, he always persevered and carried on with the things that he did well.
Trying to find things in common with James was harder than I thought. Failing is common to all of us, but the way he handled it was not, and I cannot say that I handled it like he did. The way he protected the kids being picked on was exemplary. I was the one that usually got picked last, or was the one that was being bullied. I would have liked to have James to help when I was young (or even now). He didnât like school, and I did. The one thing that kept nagging at me was his birthdate. It seemed significant to me, but I couldnât place it until I looked at my college diploma, and there it wasâŠMay 18th, 1985. I was just starting my adult life out in the real world, and he was just starting his life!
From his college roommate, I heard a few more stories (that will not be repeated). Those stories reinforced the ideals that he lived by, just not the same situations.
I wish you could have been at basecamp to receive Jamesâ stone, but I understand. You were exactly where you needed to be on that day! The next time I see you, I will hug you and tell you about our hike, and listen to any story that youâd like to share. I have all the time in the world to learn more about James, and it would make my heart happy to listen and learn about him.
At the summit, I shared the things we should do to honor Jamesâ life: Speak up for others. Give them a second (or even third) chance. Be a better man. Make a difference in someone else’s life. And be good to your momma.
Mike âBazookaâ Peterson
Maine Heroes Are Not Forgotten
Thank you. Your letter touches my heart. I am James’ Aunt, Jane’s sister. Your words instill in me the knowing that James will never be forgotten â€ïž
On 15 Oct 2016 Frances Sjoberg of Arizona wrote —
I had the honor and privilege to carry the spirit stone Strength up the South Ridge Trail of Cadillac Mountain. In preparing for the hike, I reflected on the strength of the heroes whose stones and stories were carried by the hikers journeying that day to the top of the mountain. These soldiers all were physically, emotionally, and spiritually strong, as is evident in the reflections written by my fellow hikers.
The decision to enlist and serve in the military is a commitment to undertake the rigor and physical demand of service. This physical strength was an inspiration to me as I carried Strengthânot a modest sized stoneâup the trail. I am touched in reading the reflection of Chuck Peasley, who made positive life changes inspired by the physical strength of Army SPC Dustin J Harris, stating âI knew that if I was going to be able to manage the hike, Iâd better do something to improve my health,â and âI told myself, if a young man like Dustin can sacrifice his life for me, and our country then I can certainly try to salvage some extra time in my life for his memory.â
The heroes we carried were all emotionally strongâthey sacrificed precious time with their loved ones at home, and they honed their skills and created bonds and loyal friendships with fellow soldiers. This emotional strength is shown by Army Capt. John âJayâ Brainard IIIâs âundefeatable upbeat attitude.â (Lisa Pengel). It is apparent in US Army 2nd Lt. Matthew S. Coutu, who was âa natural leader . . . who always wanted to serve and did so with commitment.â (Kim Wright). It is also apparent in the story of Army Specialist Wade A Slack, âa true American hero,â who undertook his mission without complaint (Jacob Matson), and in the story of Marine 1st Lieutenant James Zimmerman, who âalways perseveredâ (Mike âBazookaâ Peterson). Emotional strength was embodied by Navy CPO Robert Roy, and lives on in his sister Ashley Rivard, who has taken on her heroâs ability to âstick with the task at hand and not quit.â
Most palpable on the hike, at the summit ceremony, and in reading the hikersâ reflections, is the spiritual strength of the heroes. Army 1st Sgt. Christopher Coffin âlived his life striving to make the world a better place for his country, for his troops, for his community, and for his wife,â and his life touched Mairin Gulliver, who felt âthe mark that he left on this earth and how much better of a place we live in because of him.â Army Sgt. Joshua Kirk âled by exampleâ (Shannon Kooser), and that spirit of leadership meant Sgt. Kirk was âa leader that anyone would be grateful to have as a friendâ (Florence Dunbar). Maine Army National Guard Sgt. Christopher D. Gelineau was a true âperson of good natureâ (San Pau), who âcontinues to add light to the world and improves the lives of othersâ (David Cote).
And there is another strength that I experienced on the hike and in the time spent with The Summit Project participants, staff, volunteers, and especially the Gold Star Familiesâthe strength of community. By coming together to remember and honor the lives of Maineâs fallen heroes, this community transcends routine daily existence and creates a gracious space to experience the robust spirit and enduring influence of the heroesâthe light they continue to add to the world.
âI know that Jay was there with me in spirit, pushing me outside my comfort zone and showing me that I was capable.â (Clare Peasley)
âKnowing how James would always carry more than his load helped me on my journey to the summitâ (Mike âBazookaâ Peterson).
âTake it from a Combat Veteran who suffers from the traumas of war, this is where healing begins and it is your time to remember our fallen.â (San Pau)
Thank you for the opportunity to be a part of this strong community. I have brought these stories home to Arizona, where I will remember, honor and share the stories of the lives of Maineâs fallen heroes.
I’ve been wanting to carry James’ stone since I met his parents, Tom and Jane Zimmerman at TSP BSP during Sunday breakfast. They were so encouraging with their advice about hiking Katahdin. They added to my layers of confidence and determination to hike that big mountain. Jane shared stories about James with several of us that morning. She touched my heart with her gentle voice and confident demeanor.
The opportunity to carry James’ stone presented itself on October 18th when Kirsten White messaged me to ask if I would like to hike Mt Blue with her on Sunday October 23rd. She mentioned she had two memorial stones, the stones for Mark Goyet and James Zimmerman. When she asked if I wanted to hike with one of the stones my exact response was, “Really?!! I have Zimmerman on my hike list! Jane and Tom were so helpful in my prep for Katahdin and they shared so much about James that I wanted to honor him at some time.” It looks like James found me for this hike!
Marine 1st Lt James R Zimmerman died on 11/2/10 in Afghanistan. I hiked with his stone on 10/23/16 to the summit of Mt Blue in Weld, ME. This was a steep, rugged 1.6 mile hike, summit elevation of 3,202. This day was an adventure to say the least. I had worried the remainder of the week that the weather might keep us from the hike; Saturday was forecasted with rain storms with Sunday being sunny but windy.
I headed out on my own, from Newport, ME, around 5AM before the sun even whispered on the horizon, for a 7AM meet up. It was pitch black! Traveling in the darkness over country roads kept me very focused on this days mission. I drove in silence, with no radio on, only the chatter about James in my head. The wind was howling the entire drive to the mountain; clusters of leaves blowing across the road illuminated by my headlights. As I started up the road into Weld the sky was turning silver with the morning light and I saw snowflakes. Really?! We’ve got snow! I wondered if we were still going to hike. I met up with Kirsten at the Weld General store, we sat inside for a bit catching up. We realized we had been chatting for a while and we needed to get on the trail. As we were getting ready to get in our vehicles Kirsten handed me James’ stone. It was cold in my hands, very cold. After we got general directions from the store owner we headed up the road, James road shotgun with me as we made our way to the trail head. It was a gorgeous drive with all the trees in their autumn gold glory, with sputtering snow here and there. We won’t mention that we past the turn for the trail head road twice, allowing us to really enjoy the autumn scenery. We were finally headed up Mt Blue drive when we came to a downed tree in the road. It was a pretty solid pine tree, luckily it had split when it hit the ditch and there were no branches on the top. We had come this far, a tree in the road wasn’t going to stop us, so we picked it up and moved it to the side of the road. It was heavy!
A gentle snow continued to fall as we geared up at the trail head. I adjusted James stone to lay horizontally in my pack, along the small of my back; it’s as if the weight was absorbed into my pack. It fit perfectly. I don’t usually talk much during a hike, unlike any other time when I am a chatter box. Kirsten and I shared stories about our lives and adventures, getting to know each other, along the trail. This was a challenge for me but I was able to find a talking rhythm to keep up my endurance. Did I mention the trail was steep and it snowed the whole time. Part way into the hike it was snowing pretty steady and Kirsten asked if I wanted to continue. Absolutely! The snow was not heavy and it was part of the adventure, what made this a good challenge for me. We continued on at a steady pace. I was committed to this hike and it reminded me to think of how dedicated James was to the Marine Corps and committed to his men.
The elements of the wet, fallen leaves on stone, snow and cold temperature made this a hiking experience “first” for me. I was a bit out of my comfort zone. But with James’ stone in my pack and Kirsten’s positive encouragement this was an memorable adventure I was proud to be experiencing. We were the first on the trail for the day, no one around but us for the ascent. At the first lookout near the summit we got our first taste of what the trees had been protecting us from. The wind was fierce, blowing with 25 mph gusts and still snowing; it was raw. This WAS an extreme experience for me on a hike and I was thrilled about every moment of it. It made the mission of honoring James even more special for me. He was taking me on an adventure! We had a safe hike, although we were prepared for the cold and wind, we had not expected the snow. It would have been easy to say let’s not hike in this weather but carrying James stone made it a different experience; endure the challenge of the elements and honor a hero.
We reached the summit to a blistering, cold wind. We quickly layered up, behind the protection of the station house, to make our way to the ledge near the observation tower. As we were getting the stones out two other hikers approached and asked what we had. We proudly shared with these two ladies the stones and stories of Mark Goyet and James Zimmerman and The Summit Project. We spent a few short minutes at the ledge, visibility was very limited, and it was very cold. We passed several pairs of hikers making their way up as we headed back down, at least we were the only ones out. I may have carried James’ stone up this mountain but his spirit carried me to push myself to new boundaries, and Tom and Janes words of encouragement about hiking continue to give me the confidence to challenge myself to explore new trails. I carried his stone for a day but I will always carry James’ spirit in my heart. Thank you James for finding me to go on a hike with you this year! Remember and honor. Semper memento.
On October 30, 2016, I carried the stone of 1st Lieutenant James Zimmerman in the Marine Corps Marathon 10K in Washington, D.C. Every year for the last 5 years, I have run the race with Team Kelly, family and friends of 1st Lt. Robert Kelly, who died in Afghanistan in November 2011. I had lived in Washington, D.C. for the past several years but recently moved back to New England and have been in Boston since March 2016. This year I flew back to DC for MCM weekend and brought James’ stone with me.
I spent Saturday morning at Arlington National Cemetery, Jamesâ final resting place. Section 60 is always overwhelming, but for me it also is a place of comfort â where I am reminded that there is more good in the world than bad. As I walked among the endless rows of pearl-colored headstones, I felt overwhelmed not by sadness, but with pride and gratitude. The sense of service-over-self embodied by so many of those buried in Section 60 always humbles me. It is why I am proud to be an American, and the thing that brings me comfort when tragedy strikes â lifts me up when Iâm feeling down or when I need perspective. I sat for a while at Jamesâ headstone thinking about the man he was â fun-loving, compassionate, a protector and guardian. James and I grew up in similar circumstances â in rural Maine without all the comforts of modern living. We both spent childhood finding creative ways to have fun â in homes without electricity and running water. One might think that would make us naĂŻve and sheltered about the world â but not James.
On Sunday morning, after putting on my Team Kelly t-shirt, I slid my arms through a small backpack in which I had tucked Jamesâ stone.
At mile 3, my pace started to slow. I was tired, and the heat was getting to me. It was much warmer than usual this year â in the high 70s and humid. I have rheumatoid arthritis and had been suffering from flares for the past few weeks. Exhaustion set in, and I was in pain. I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. Then I thought of a scene in a documentary I had watched a few weeks earlier. James had been interviewed during his last deployment. At one point, the video of James talking fades and merges with footage of his casket being driven home through the streets of Maine in the rain at night. Somber people line the street to welcome him home, carrying flags. They did not bother to mask their sadness or fight back the tears of grief over the loss of this strong young man gone way too soon. I suddenly felt I wanted to give James a different kind of parade. I picked up my pace and easily covered the next two miles, and at mile 5, I pulled over on the side of the course and pulled the stone out of my backpack. I wanted to carry it in my arms to the finish â to bring him âhomeâ surrounded by cheers and shouts of gratitude. And I did. I held his stone like a football, shifting it back and forth from my right arm to my left. When I got tired, I just thought of that casket in the rain snaking through rural Maine, and it gave me strength. When I rounded the final turn to the last hill, I held the stone firmly with both hands in front of me, and then over my head across the finish line. People cheered: âSemper Fi, Marine!â They yelled, âThank you, brother!â They jumped up and down â for James. It was exactly the sort of âhomecomingâ I had hoped to give him. But I never could have done it without him.
As we mingled around the finish line, I kept Jamesâ stone tucked into my right arm. Strangers came up to me and asked about âthe rock,â and I told them about James â about his life, and about how he carried me across the finish line.
I couldnât be more proud to have carried a part of James with me during the race â to give him the kind of parade I think he deserves. I only hope some of his goodness rubbed off on me during the race. To Jamesâ family, thank you for allowing me to honor him like this. Iâll never forget our run together. I hope it rings you some comfort to know he challenges and inspires me to strive for goodness every day.
Kirsten, this is a beautiful reflection of your run with James stone. You are an amazing, strong, compassionate woman . Thank you for all you do to carry the memories our our beloved fallen heroes.
Thank you. It means so much to our family to know he will not be forgotten. â€ïž
Boots the Fallen have a way of coming into our lives for a reason and James and all his buddies was with you this weekend i know. Sending you a ” God Wink” Thank You for being there and for taking part in Remembering Our Heroes God Bless
On 22April, I was one of four athlete friends that joined up to participate in the 1stLT Zimmerman Fitness challenge at the UofME in Orono. While the four of us were experienced TSP hikers, most of us had never participated in an event like this one. So there was a bit of unspoken apprehension leading into it. Over the weekend, I was privileged to be able to carry the Memorial stones for three different heroes that were Black Bear alumni.
My first âcarryâ for the weekend was being able to transport 1LT James R Zimmermanâs stone from the Portland MEPS up to Orono, with an overnight in my home. This was my second opportunity to carry Jamesâ stone. Holding his stone always reminds me of his strength, his resolve to get better, and the memory of the smiles he flashed in most of the photos of him that I have seen. I was honored to have it until it was passed over to his parents the morning of the event.
Through nearly 3 hours of rain, mud and physical challenges, our team of four remained good friends, helping, joking, laughing and smiling as we made our way along the course. More than once someone said âWhat would James have to say right now?â Knowing that the goal was to be out there honoring the life of James helped us to keep perspective and keep it loose.
I want to thank Jamesâ parents, grandmother and family for being out there in the rain with us for this chance to honor his memory and sacrifice. It was a also a real pleasure to be able to spend some time talking with both Tom and Jane that day.
SEMPER MEMENTO Russ Shoberg
Tom and Jane Zimmerman,
I had the honor and privilege of carrying your sonâs memorial stone to the summit of Mt. Owl on Memorial Day 2017 as part of The Summit Projectâs annual hike at Baxter State Park. Both of you graciously took time to share your memories of James with me before and after the hike, which further enhanced the respect and connection I felt with him.
James was an extraordinary son, brother, husband, Marine, American, and Christian. Itâs clear to me that while he was taken from us too early he did not waste his time on earth. A great lover of the outdoors, James spent countless days adventuring in the wilds of Maine and beyond. These adventures no doubt laid the foundation for his great physical abilities that served him well as a Marine officer and are now held as a standard of excellence at the Zimmerman Fitness Challenge. More importantly, James used his talents to protect those less fortunate.
As a fellow Marine infantry officer who commissioned the same year as James, I feel a special connection with him. I donât know why James was taken and I was spared, but I will forever hold his memory close in my heart as a reminder to be the best son, brother, husband, Marine, American, and Christian that I can be.
I am confident that everyone who hears Jamesâ story will feel compelled to live to a higher standard and, in that impact, his spirit will live on.
Semper Fidelis,
Capt Trevor Miller
My name is Justin Cloukey. I live in Lincoln, Maine with my wife, Jessica, and 2 children, Kaelyn and Blake. I joined a special group of hikers on October 5th, 2017 on Cadillac mountain at Acadia National Park. During my day, I carried the stone and story of USMC 1st Lieutenant James Zimmerman. Although I have hiked before with TSP, this hike was special as I was able to connect with characteristics of James unlike other heroes I have hiked with before. The three major characteristics of James that connected most with James were that of leadership, protector, and a passion for physical fitness.
Prior to the hike, I had participated in a Spartan Race in Killington, Vermont. This race was 14 miles with 8,000 feet of elevation and 30 obstacles. It was, physically, the most difficult thing I have done in my life. I had known I was carrying Jamesâ stone prior to the race and my mantra was simple: âKeep going, this is nothing compared to what they have gone throughâ. It was equally humbling to be so physically exhausted that I felt I could go no further as it was to attempt to conceptualize the amount of training James did without hesitation while making my way through the course. From what I have gathered, James was a beast (and equally as fitting, the version of the race is referred to as the âBeastâ).
The Acadia hike was not overly taxing, which allowed me to frequently reflect on the mission and share stories of James and TSP along the way. At one stop during the hike, we had asked a family with children similar ages to mine to take a group picture of us. The nature of the picture naturally sparked questions from both the parents and the children. I had been carrying an extra stone shaped like a heart that I gave to the little boy, about 6 or 7 years old. His eyes became wide and had a newfound sense of pride.
On the day of the hike, my protector role was on display hiking with my daughter, Kaelyn, who is 9 years old. She was as excited and prepared as any hiker present. As a father, I appreciated Jamesâ commitment to family and âlooking out for the little guyâ. I shared Janeâs stories about James at the summit and knew he was smiling down at the gesture. Although I may have hovered a bit much over Kaelyn, I couldnât help but have a feeling of pride that I could protect from a distance and let her soar in the clouds (literally). I presume this would be the feeling James would enjoy when in the protector role.
The role of leadership is one that I feel should not be displayed on a one-time basis during a hike, but to live daily. I think James would agree, as he loved to lead. I was more surprised at my daughter by this characteristic, as she was physically leading our group for most of the hike. I smiled incessantly watching her will and desire to leading and asked myself âWho does she think she is, little James up in front?â The answer: most likely.
This day was one comparable to James: unforgettable. A story of strength, purpose, protection and leadership. I appreciate the Zimmerman family for raising such a strong man with a stronger moral compass. Thank you. MHANF.
Justin Cloukey
It was a great honor to carry the stone of 1stLt James Zimmerman up Owl during the 2018 Annual Baxter State Park Summit Project Hike.
This was the first Summit Project event I have participated in. I really didnât know what to expect. I was assigned the stone of your son James. This felt like a good start to step off with, a fellow Marine. Upon check-in I met the two of you (Jane and Tom) and I immediately felt like a family friend and experienced an overwhelming sense of well-being hearing the stories and love shared from when James was a young boy, to young man, to a Leader of Marines.
As I researched James, I was amazed at how many people really knew him. The stories and tales I heard spoke more towards James as the individual, the person, and not just the First Lieutenant. I never knew him, but after talking to others and hearing a variety of stories and memories I felt a connection with him and the life he lived.
James has always been part of something bigger. Being an original protector from the start, standing up for individuals that were unable or unwilling to stand up for themselves. James was a natural leader.
James had a way about him that others wanted to follow. James truly led from the front. âZâ as he was referred to from fellow Marines that served with him, stated that he was the greatest Marine they ever knew.
James is exactly what it means to be a Marine. James is the embodiment of what young men and women strive to be when they want to be part of the Marine Corps. Mission accomplishment and troop welfare are the two things being a Marine we pride ourselves on. Self-less service, and kneecap to kneecap leadership, being a true mentor to everyone around and looking at the whole Marine concept, vice one simple good or bad point are things that natural leaders do, actions that make others want to follow them, these are the traits and actions that are extremely hard to find in todayâs ever changing force in readiness. James did these every day, because it is in his DNA, it is in his drive, it is who he is. And a little of James is part of anyone who ever met him.
They say the Stones pick the hiker. I believe this, I am an Active Duty Marine. Currently serving in the 1stLt James Zimmerman building in Brunswick Maine. Having friends that served with James during the good and challenging times. Every morning I walk into the building I see a picture of James on the wall with him smiling and hearing a voice of a Marine from the stories I was told. It was a great honor to not only carry the stone of 1stLt James Zimmerman, but more of an honor to learn about him, meet his family, and be part of something bigger than itself.
Semper Fi!!
To the Family and friends of James R. Zimmerman
Hi, My name is Cade and I had the honor of taking the stone of Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman during the summer project that our JROTC does yearly. It was an great experience to me and my peers and taught me the life lesson of never giving up. AN couple times during the hike I wanted to quit because I was tired and my legs hurt but every time I thought about that I thought to myself âremember who and what Iâm doing this forâ and that stone in my bag was the reason I fought through the pain. It was because that stone that brought me the motivation to finish carrying the stone of an hero in Maine who risked and sacrificed his life to keep ours safe. I wanted to take Lt. Zimmerman’s stone because of the past couple years Iâve been doing the annual Zimmerman challenge at The University of Maine in Orono that his parents have been putting on to honor his sacrifice. I realized a couple of weeks before we did the summit project that I wanted to remember him more than just doing the Zimmerman challenge, so I asked the Colonel at my school, Nokomis, if anybody was taking his stone and he replied no. So I took that advantage and chose his stone to remember him that way also. I know for an fact that he is looking down at us, smiling down at us with his great smile. He would be proud of everybody that remembers him and all of the soldiers of Maine and all around the world.It was my greatest honor to carry Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman to the summit and I hope and pray that I get the honor of doing it again next year.
Thank you.
Sincerely, Cade Kreider
To the Family and friends of James R. Zimmerman
Hi, My name is Cade and I had the honor of taking the stone of Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman during the summer project that our JROTC does yearly. It was an great experience to me and my peers and taught me the life lesson of never giving up. AN couple times during the hike I wanted to quit because I was tired and my legs hurt but every time I thought about that I thought to myself âremember who and what Iâm doing this forâ and that stone in my bag was the reason I fought through the pain. It was because that stone that brought me the motivation to finish carrying the stone of an hero in Maine who risked and sacrificed his life to keep ours safe. I wanted to take Lt. Zimmerman’s stone because of the past couple years Iâve been doing the annual Zimmerman challenge at The University of Maine in Orono that his parents have been putting on to honor his sacrifice. I realized a couple of weeks before we did the summit project that I wanted to remember him more than just doing the Zimmerman challenge, so I asked the Colonel at my school, Nokomis, if anybody was taking his stone and he replied no. So I took that advantage and chose his stone to remember him that way also. I know for an fact that he is looking down at us, smiling down at us with his great smile. He would be proud of everybody that remembers him and all of the soldiers of Maine and all around the world.It was my greatest honor to carry Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman to the summit and I hope and pray that I get the honor of doing it again next year.
Thank you.
Sincerely, Cade Kreider
I had the honor of carrying the stone and story of First Lt James Zimmerman during the TSP hike in Acadia national park. During this hike we summited Dorr and Cadillac Mtns. This is the second time I have carried James stone. I was honored once again to share his story. I had the pleasure of meeting his parents during the Baxter event in May, and I was pleased to be assigned his stone once again. As my final hike as an active duty Marine, carrying James stone has made my career come full circle. My condolences once again to Tom and Jane Zimmerman. Semper fidelis.
I work for a non-profit in Bangor and we currently have the honor of hosting the display of stones. What a tribute to these fallen heroes. As i watched the video for James my heart just aches for his folks. This young man had such a deep impact on not only his soldiers but all who knew him. I want to with you a Happy Valentine’s Day and thank James for his service to our country. Thank you!!
T.S.P. May 2019
I stumbled upon The Summit Project while participating in a walk at the local YMCA. The friend who I was with spotted TSP table, we walked over, my intention was to inquire so that I could honor my oldest brother who had been a green Beret in the USMC for 10 yrs. The man at the table handed us each a business card I set forth in my investigation of TSP. After some research I signed up for a hike. I have always admired, loved, and supported the military when I could, but this time I could go all in physically, but what did that mean?
After I signed up various emails take place letting you know whatâs coming up, the itinerary and then team assignments come through, exciting and scary. As more details emerge and the date gets closer you are assigned your soldier – one I would be responsible for â to carry on a hike as he once carried his hopes and dreams forward, to become a soldier representing the united states of America, the entire population into battle if called upon â a soldier for freedom, our freedom, but who was this soldier – The young man who signed up, signed on the dotted line, saidâ pick meâ!
First, he was a son, a brother, a friend, a student, a giver of kindness in his community, a student, a husband â 1st Lieutenant James Zimmerman of the USMC, deployed to Afghanistan June 2010.
Researching this young man, I found that the spark to join the service was ignited in this young man at an early age as he listened to his grandfather tell war stories. Youâll find many write ups about him, also a commemorative building and other events to preserve all that he was for his community and his ROTC unit, one being the Zimmerman challenge. This is held every spring at UMO to support an ROTC graduate, as James once was, who would go on to further their career in education or military.
My friend and I arrived at the camp ground where TSP meet for their yearly event, a hike for Maine fallen soldiers. Still not sure of all that was about to take place, the volume of people, the smile, the hugs, the tears, many walks of life, one big family all together for one cause.
The Memorial Day precession of bikers, veterans, Maine state police, and people who volunteer because of the sheer meaning behind TSP. They all brought the soldiers stones from the families to the hikers of TSP, it was very moving and inspiring.
Later that night at our hikers meeting we were handed our stones we were to carry on our hike. I was nervous, this is huge, but here we go. When you hold the stone and see the name etched into stone, it all becomes a little more real. This stone represents a US Soldier, one who chose the service, unselfishly, one of integrity, dignityâŠfor meâŠfor you.
This particular stone had come from an outdoor fire pit near the lake on the Zimmerman property. Fire pits, lakes and family âŠYou knowâŠwhere memories are made, you laugh, you fish, play games, swim and eat all those fun foods you donât at home, but mostly its family, James family, so in essence I felt like I was carrying all those family memories as well. Mainers know the true meaning of camp and is sacred to most.
Early morning hike, Team Red. Rainy, ready to go, no bugs! A bumpy ride, photo ops, information sharing, finding out who these people were that we were hiking with.
We began the trail, praying it wouldnât down pour, full streams, roots, rocks, puddle jumping, little sprinkles of flowers here and there, moss covered the forest floors, ferns on tall rocks, it was all a very beautiful rich green, a little hummingbird flitted around to say hello, upwards hiking, downward hiking, upwards hikingâŠand again downward hikingâŠwe stopped for lunch.
Pull up a rock, find a place to unpack, were about to share our stories of our soldier.
You think you know them, you think youâve done your research, youâve written it out, youâve rehearsed it multiple times, itâll be a piece of cakeâŠ
You remove the stone gently from its little bag, the photo of the soldier is present, you really want to share this perfectly, so everyone will know who 1st Lieutenant James Zimmerman was, and is, so everyone on our team will forever say his name carry him forward in time and tell his story⊠the clouds parted ever so briefly to bring us light and warmth, to say âHey I am hereâ you just know its heaven speakingâŠI believeâŠ
Then because of all it is, because of all that it means all that was rehearsed, memorized, is all gone, now you have garbled up emotions, words, thoughts, depth of meaning that come forth, you pray that its all coming out right. You donâtâ really hear yourself, its just coming out⊠In the end of your sharing you hope that the foot print of James and all the soldiers shared that day within our team will be forever remembered. That their footprint meant something, and each of their actions had an echo, that my team will forever say his name.
We began our decent, it was a little more rugged that the ascent, I was reminded several times of something our team leader had said at the beginning of the hikeâŠâ when you get tired or your pack feels a little heavy, remember the soldier carried much more, their families continue to carry the weight of that loss.â
We made it back to base camp, a quiet ride. We handed our stones back, so they could go back to the families for them to keep till next time. I wished I was able to meet the family, I too have lost a son, that is one thing I can truly understand, but not meant to be this time. Zimmerman family please know that I am forever changed in emotion, in knowledge, and in life.
I will go on to share TSP so that the voices of the fallen soldiers of Maine will continue to be heard.
As for this time⊠This time I know of whom I am speaking of, of who I had the privilege to carry, and of whom I had the privilege to tell the story ofâŠ
1st Lieutenant James Zimmerman.
May 1985 â Nov 2010
I am humbledâŠ
Lisa M. Albee
My name is Josh Burnette, I am currently 15 years old and attend Nokomis Regional High. My first year of JROTC, I participated in the Zimmerman challenge which is why I chose to take his stone up the Mountain. July 5, a group of us hiked Tumbledown Mountain in Franklin County. I had the honor to carry his stone in my backpack and think of all he did on the hike up, and down. He was a very nice guy, he cared for all of his men. He was deployed in 2010 and was killed in November 2, 2010 by small arms fire while he was leading his men. There was so much to read and know about James as he was a very nice person as well as having a lot of accomplishments. Iâm so glad I was able to carry his stone up the mountain in honor for him serving our country and willing to put his life on the line for our country. Thank you, James.
Hello,
I was honored to carry James’ TSP stone yesterday at the Husky Ruck Cpl Mark Goyet Memorial event. I completed this event with Marines from start to finish, all of whom seriously impressed me with their fortitude and grit. I chose James’ stone to carry because I was once a young officer and I saw in him the qualities that I aspired to then and still aspire to now. Thank you for sharing so much about James, his personality, his life as a Marine, his faith, and his legacy. God bless you and keep you!
Semper Fi,
Ryan Flanagan
It was my honor and privilege to carry USMC 1ST LT James Zimmerman with me at TSP Acadia National Park on Sept. 28, 2019.
Prior to the hike I was asked to serve as the assistant team lead for our team. While I gladly accepted this honor, I knew that it would bring with it additional responsibilities. Responsibility for a safe journey up Cadillac Mountain. Responsibility for helping to ensure that we properly honor our mission to the heroes we carry. But most importantly – responsibility to carry James’ spirit forward through my words, my actions, and my encouragement of others.
In the days leading up to the event, I sat down to learn about James, and watched the wonderful video interview with Tom and Jane. It was so touching to hear about James as a boy, James the protector, James the builder, James the artist, and James the faithful. Hearing about James’ two sides – his protective, loving heart and his hard heart gave me so much insight into how he led his life and led his men. The stories of how James stood up for his men, ate with his men, took patrols he didn’t need to and felt the loss of his men so deeply gave me such strong insight into his character.
When Tom talked about what he hoped hikers that carried James’ stone would take from it, he was speaking straight to my heart. Find what you love, what you are good at and don’t quit. James’ failed many times, but never quit. And through his relentless pursuit he achieved, inspired and helped so much and so many. James looked out for others, and Tom was calling on me to do the same. There were so many life lessons in that short interview – so much to learn from James.
While the morning of the hike was beautiful and the weather perfect, the hike was not without its challenges. Early on it became clear that if we were going to safely complete our mission, the team would need to protect each other. The team pulled together and teammates that had met only that morning looked out for one another and kept each other safe. As I hiked I knew that James would approve.
At the summit, we sat in a circle and when it was my turn I shared all I had learned about James. I talked about the kind of man and leader he was. But most of all I shared the tenets by which he lived his life. As I shared his character (never quit, look out for one another, pursue what you love, have faith) I realized and shared with the group how much of these traits had been exhibited by our team.
Back at camp when it was my turn to hand back James’ stone I was struck by how hesitant I was to part with it. It was time, however, to let James teach another what he has taught me.
Thank you Tom and Jane for sharing James with us, and allowing me to become stronger and better for having in some small way getting to know him. It truly was my honor.
Thank you.
Mark LoSacco
Dear Tom and Jane:
It was an absolute honor to carry the story, memory and legacy of your son, James with me during the Veterans Day 4- mile race in Ellsworth on November 10. While learning about James, so many things struck me about him-his desire to be a protector, his love for his family and especially his mother, his care for âhisâ men, his bravery, so many things. However, the thing that struck me the most about Jamesâ story was not only was he considered a true hero in my eyes, but how you, Jane are also a hero. I am a mother of twin daughters and also two step children. We as mothers carry these tiny beings, watch them grow, teach them right from wrong, cheer them, scold them, worry for them, protect them… all until the day they become grown and decide how to proceed with their lives. We love them so much that supporting what they decide to do and become just comes as second nature to us. We know that only God knows the future and knowing that means we must let them go to do their lifeâs work, even if it means danger, uncertainty, fear. When I read about how you took James at 17 1/2 to swear in, and saying how neither you nor James really knew what that meant, my motherâs heart seized. When you spoke about the newly enlisted cheering soldiers as they watched footage of bombs exploding in Afghanistan and you asked if James would be going and you got your answer, my motherâs heart wanted to cry. But, from what I have learned about James, this life was his lifeâs calling, his purpose, he did what he was called to do and he did it well, right down to the day he went to Jesus. He didnât have to turn back to go on a second patrol, but of course he did. He didnât have to charge into enemy fire, but he did it willingly and bravely. He died with the highest respect and esteem of his men, and anyone who knew him. That is the definition of hero to me. And so are you both-his parents, and especially, you Jane. You raised a wonderful son, then supported his dreams, albeit dangerous for him to do so. I admire you both so much for that. May God bless you and keep you. Although I have never met you, I feel as though by carrying James with me that day and by learning about him and your story , we are drawn close together.
Dear Tom and Jane Zimmerman and family,
U.S. Customs and Border Protection at the Port of Calais, ME had the honor of taking custody of the TSP Honor Display Case from Jan-Mar 2020. 1st Lt James R. Zimmermanâs stone was in that case. Before giving up custody of the Honor Display Case, the port had plans to go on a hike through the Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge and I was selected to carry Jamesâs stone with me. However, due to the Covid-19 pandemic, the hike was cancelled. This was extremely disappointing to me and my other fellow officers who were also going to carry stones.
Even though I didnât get the chance to go on the hike, I was still able to hold his precious stone. While I was holding it, I could image James sitting around the fire pit and having a yarn with his family and friends.
I was very moved watching your video and tribute to James and learning what a class act and hero he was. How he built his life on the Rock of Jesus. How he always looked out for his sister and mother. How he always stuck up for other kids as well. How he tried to get in the Marines at 10 years old and again at 14. How he stuck up for one of his guys when his other superiors wanted to get rid of him. How he suffered from some failures, like all of us, but learned to persevere and overcome. How he built on his relationships with others.
I will never forget Jamesâs story and the sacrifice he paid standing up for our great nation. I wish I had got to know him too Tom, but you and Jane painted a very clear picture of James as a little boy and the man he grew up to be. A sincere thank you for sharing his story with us. God Bless you and your family.
Jim MacFeat
On Thursday, August 20th, I had the honor of carrying the stone of First Lieutenant James Zimmerman to the top of Black Mountain in Rumford, Maine. This was my first Summit Project hike, and I can tell you, it was a moving experience.
Each of the phases of the journey were meaningful and moving. Researching about Lieutenant Zimmerman, his life in northern Maine, his time at the University of Maine, and most affecting, learning about his service was a sobering experience. I could tell from the letters written by his family that his genuine love of people, particularly the Marines under his command, were critical to who he was as a person. I also was moved about how he highlighted to his family in a telephone call about setting up a school for children in Afghanistan who hadnât been allowed an education for six years and how he spoke of his hopes to create a safe market space in the community. All of that struck me as so critical for making the place he was sent to a better and safer community going forward, and reminded me that we take so much of our day-to-day lives for granted – safely buying fresh fruits and vegetables and having educational opportunities for children.
During the hike, feeling the weight of the stone, and knowing how important the place where it came from was to Lt. Zimmerman and his family was a consistent reminder of the burden he bore for our nation, the burden his family bears every day, and the weight that his service (and all of those who serve) carries for all of us.
The summit ceremony was an extraordinary culmination of the journey – the five participants shared stories and appreciations of the lives of those whose stones we carried. Learning about the varied experiences of the service members was moving, and hearing the way it affected the stone carrier added further depth and meaning to the stories they were relaying. I had the honor of doing The Summit Project hike with two Marine Corps veterans and a gold-star stepmother, and while I cannot ever understand the moment and experience in the same way that they did, being there with them was meaningful to me, and something that I won’t forget.
To his family, I thank you for sharing the story of Lt. Zimmerman, for donating the stone from his favorite place, and for allowing me to be so honored as to carry that stone.
Dan Jenkins
Lewiston,
A hero is defined as a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. I feel that the phrase “someone to be remembered” should be added to that definition. These men and women lost their lives while protecting ours; they should not be forgotten.
I was fortunate enough to meet James Zimmerman while attending The University of Maine at Orono. I met James when Michael Keighley, a mutual friend, invited me to a dinner at James’ home. What I remember most about your son is his kindness. When learning about James’ service, I was not surprised that he decided to go back and help his fellow troops even under threat of enemy fire. Your son’s act showed selflessness, a direct reflection of how you raised him.
When I placed your son’s rock in my backpack and lifted it onto my shoulders, I remember thinking about how much it weighed. I said a prayer asking God to help me push myself to make it to the summit. When I got to the top of Cadillac, a couple stopped to ask what we were doing; I was so proud to explain to them the intent of The Summit Project. After I explained, the couple thanked us for taking this time to honor our fallen heroes. When it was my turn to speak about James, I was nervous. I wanted my words to make you proud. I tried to follow the bullet points that I had written, but instead found myself speaking from my heart. I couldn’t help but highlight your son’s accomplishments and reputation among his friends and fellow soldiers.
After learning about your son, I sat down with my two young children and spoke to them about James. I told them of his bravery and how he gave his life for us and for America. I spoke about how being a soldier should be respected, but most of all REMEMBERED. I hope that next year my children and I will have the honor of meeting you both. I will always be thankful for the men and women who sacrifice so much for our freedom and safety; I am thankful to have known James. God bless.
Stephanie Reardon
Oakland, Maine
That was really inspiring to hear such selfishness and care James had for others. I am best friends with Samuel Forbes his cousin and have heard stories from him about what a great person James was and know he is loved and missed very much.
On Sunday, May 30th, I had the honor of carrying the stone and story of US Marine 1st Lt James Zimmerman during our 16-mile ruck over Memorial Day Weekend through the streets and trails of Portland and South Portland.
Iâm not sure exactly where to begin, however I find it fitting that I was able to carry 1st Lt Zimmermanâs stone during this trek, as I am a fellow Marine who is currently embarking on my own new adventure to Officer Candidate School to earn my commission. I have been looking forward to carrying his story with me for quite some time, and this event seemed to be the perfect opportunity to do just that. Through all that Iâve learned about 1st Lt Zimmerman, what I will hold most dear to me was the chance I had to connect with his parents, Tom and Jane, and listen to the stories of young James as a child before his military career began.
Completing this event was no easy feat, but in my mind I could hear James telling me over and over again, âIf you want to be an officer, you better finish this strong.â I would think back to how much he cared about his Marines, and how Iâm sure he would be spending most his time during an event like this watching out for his troops and checking on their well-being. The more I thought about this, the more I wanted to walk the lines and help motivate this team to carry forward as a united group and not as a handful of individuals.
During the circle testimony, I shared the location where this stone came from. I shared how happy and sad I was just knowing that he had once held the same stone in his hands that I was now holding in mine. The team laughed as I did when first hearing about the pranks he pulled around the fireplace with his family and about losing his horse Chico after tying him up when visiting his friends. I laughed recalling how amazed I was that this bad*ss Marine could be such a total cat loverâŠ. Most notably I was amazed at how even at the young age of 10 years old, he knew he would one day become a Marine.
The story that struck me the most was when he accompanied his Marine to an Non-Judicial Punishment (NJP), and when faced with the choice of letting him fend for himself or standing up for his Marine, he chose the latter. One simple statement that spoke wonders of him as a leader: âI need this Marine in my platoon. I need him to help maintain the integrity of my team.â Humble, yet incredibly wise. A true leader through and through who cared for his troops more than he did of himself.
Tom and Jane left me with words of their own that I will forever hold with me: âWhen we leave this Earth, we want to make sure we leave behind a legacy that would please the Lord.â We may not be perfect people, but we can always put forth our best efforts and continue to put others over self. I will bring this with me as I embark on my journey through OCS, and I hope that James is able to continue guiding me at every step of the way.
Thank you, Tom and Jane, for this opportunity to carry forth his legacy. I hope I was able to do him the justice he deserves.
Tom and Jane,
I had the honour of carrying James’ stone in the Adirondack Mountains of NY with Team RWB. Having spent quite a bit of time in Maine myself,( up in the Augusta, Waterville and Bangor Area), reading about him and watching your video I felt immediately connected to him. I could imagine the area well where you live and the fire pit that the stone came from. After reading your letter and watching the video here I was so impressed with his focus and determination to become a Marine and to take care of others, even as a young man. I carried James’ stone up 4 mountains and in a canoe through 2 lakes in one of the most beautiful areas of New York State. During the trip especially while we were climbing I tried to keep in my head your thoughts on what James would say to anyone caring the stone, especially during the times when the climbing was difficult. It was very emotional to share his story with the group but I am so glad to have had the opportunity. Thank you.
Mr and Mrs Zimmerman,
On 25 Sep 2021, I had the distinct honor and privilege to carry your sons stone and story during the TSP at ANP event.
Spending eight years on active duty myself as a medic, and reading about Jamesâs story and his life, I felt an immediate connection about being a compassionate leader, and someone who is willing to be the voice of the voiceless.
I learned that someone who had a young age had a determination to fulfill his dream to become a Marine, was quite arguably the most honorable thing that any person could do.
During the circle testimony, I shared stories of people of heard before, and the resounding bit of laughter, head nodding, and agreement, affirmed how strongly Jamesâs legacy will live on.
I feel like a better person after learning Jamesâs story, and can only hope to be half the man he was.
On 12 November I began the long drive early morning drive to Portland, ME to retrieve James stone (along with SSG David Veverka another of Maineâs Fallen Heroes) for our hike. It was a somber drive with time reflecting on the memory of James and the time we spent together while at UMaine in the NROTC program. He always had a great attitude, huge smile and made everyoneâs day a little brighter in the way only James could.
It was a cloudy morning with intermittent showers as we made the drive out of Portland to Douglas Mountain. Arriving shortly before 0900 we had parked and started our way up the trail head. Maine is beautiful this time of year with the change of colors affecting the foliage and with a storm brewing the wind had picked up and provided a rustic leaf filled orange pathway of leaves for the duration of the hike. The hike was a beautiful trek through the woods of which James would have enjoyed.
As we rounded the top and approached the stone tower the skies opened up and rain began to fall. It did not dampen our spirits one bit. Climbing the short set of stairs within the tower we had finished our ascent. While we had a limited view with the rainy day, atop the tower we found an amazing surprise. There was another stone that someone had left that read âSometimes you forget you’re awesome. This is your reminder!â accompanied by three flowers painted upon it. How fitting for the three of us (James, David and I) to find this treasure in such a place on such a day. I will never forget how awesome James was, the impact he had in our lives and what he sacrificed and has done for all of us.
Atop Douglas Mountain also stands a stone engraved with the following in latin, âNon sibi sed omnibusâ which roughly translates into ânot for self, but for all.â I could not think of a more fitting quote for James who sacrificed so much for the greater good of his team, his service, and for our country. James continuously strove to make all around him better in everything they did and I am thankful to have known him.
To the Zimmerman family, thank you for sharing his story and providing a personal connection via this special stone. It was a humbling experience to bear this weight and honor the wonderful person who has touched so many. It is an experience and James is someone I will never forget!
Dear Zimmerman Family & Friends,
I had the honor of carrying the stone and sharing the story of James this September for The Summit Project at Acadia National Park.
As I learned about James, the word that continually came to mind for me was “guardian”. I know that word is often synonymous with those who serve in the military, but it seems to me that James was the true embodiment of the word his entire life. I was struck by the stories of him being protective of his mother and sister while in public, even as a child. Of making a point to add a boy who was being picked on to his team at church camp, as a signal that it was not to be done anymore. Of carrying a girl and her pack down Mt. Katahdin because she didn’t have proper shoes. Of going to bat for a fellow Marine who was facing discharge, going so far as to ask he be deployed in his own unit.
These stories brought me to tears. How James, throughout his life, used his strength to help others. These stories are the reason that for the rest of my life, the name James R. Zimmerman is a name I will never forget.
Thank you.
Gratefully,
Michael LoSchiavo
To the Zimmerman family,
On September 29th 2023 I had the privilege of carrying the stone and story of James Zimmerman. I took him with me up Door and Cadillac Mountain this year for The Summit Project at Acadia National Park. I am so grateful to have been able to carry and care for his stone while hiking. Every time I felt the weight of his stone, I remembered James and everything I have learned about him. He truly inspired me and since hearing his story, I have thought a lot about the person he was. I was honored to be able to get to know James and share his story. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Delaney Evans
I think it was a great honor to carry the weight of James’ sacrifice. Although I did not know him by the way people talk about him I can tell he was a great man. I had learned that he went to university of Maine in Orono. Which if I go to to college I will probably go there. His life has inspired me to help people in need and improve myself.
Dear Tom and Jane,
I had the highest honor and gracious privilege granted by Tom on 6/3/24 in a letter message of carrying your beloved fallen sonâs stone J. R.Z. in my 20.8 lb. backpack for The Summit Project âRuck for the Fallen 2024â race on Saturday, August 10th at Pineland Farms in New Gloucester, ME. The Summit Project (TSP) provides living memorial and remembrance stone tribute of fallen Maine soldiers who were tragically killed in honorable and courageous active duty for our Nation Post-9/11 so that the details of their military service and life stories will never be ever forgotten. Yes, a stone never dies, and the memories associated with it stays forever.
I originally picked up the J.R.Z. stone on June 20th at 11 am from the Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) in Portland, ME. I had the unusual opportunity of holding onto J.R.Z. stone for 52 days because I needed it to be always by my side for 72 hours straight to be carried on an amazing religious pilgrimage and journey to Quebec, Canada before the ruck race.
I consider the J.R.Z. stone the most precious one of TSP 85 stone collection. Stone J.R.Z. of fallen Marine James has special significance because it was the original honor and remembrance stone for the TSP organization formed over 11 years ago. James was buried at age 25 in Arlington National Cemetery leaving his widow Lynell Winters (married in June 2008) and other Zimmerman family members behind, all saddened, devastated, and heart broken. Active involvement in TSP and other veteran events brought some comfort to Tom and Jane because they knew their earthly gone son will never be forgotten. He was a Christian at age 4 and believed in the afterlife like me. He loved especially his mom and dad dearly. He had a Purple Heart for valor service when fatally wounded and killed by enemy sniper fire in action protecting his men while doing combat operations at Camp Bastion, Afghanistan in Operation Enduring Freedom fights. He told you father Tom in one of phone calls: âDad! Iâm doing the Marine thing hereâŠI just love my menâŠâ On November 2, 2010, the day he died; the Maine Governor John Baldacci ordered all flags in the entire State to be flown half-staff in his memory. He loved protecting and looking out for his mom Jane and his sister Meghan and the belittled person in public. He was a fellow alumni member of mine graduating in 2008 at the University of Maine Orono (UMO) where I earned my Master of Science. Since 2011, Tom and Jane have held an annual 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman Memorial Fitness Challenge at UMO. This 5-hour physical event in the Spring includes running, hiking, plowing through a mud pit and a series of physical fitness challenges. Through my conversations with people, I learned USMC 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman has a building named after him in Brunswick, ME and a flagpole named after him in Houlton, ME.
James Z. loved both animals and pets very much like me and he married UMO fellow student Lynell Winters who had a career as a veterinarian. James Zimmerman as a youth had a cat named LT, a cow named Rosie, a horse named Chico, and a black lab-shepherd mix dog named Bonita. All my familyâs beloved cats were buried in a pet cemetery. My wife Judy and my beloved 15-year-old dead Ragdoll male cat named Gunner was taken to be buried on Wednesday, August 7, 2024, in a pine box with some memorial items at the pet cemetery at Gracelawn Memorial Park in Auburn, ME. The large flat bronze memorial plate marking his grave site of Gunner had these four words âGod bless our fighterâ. Gunner the Cat really displayed the fighting characteristics of the name’s meaning.
USMC Veteran and TSP Executive Director Greg Johnson suggested I carry Fallen Marine 1st Lieutenant James R. Zimmermanâs stone. During the prolonged period that I held J. R. Z. stone I had occasions to tell James Z. ‘s life story about his exemplary character and displayed values to several hundreds of people.
I want to thank you for your sonâs 17â 2-year-old calling in 2003 to commit wholeheartedly his young life to military service as a proud Marine 1st Lieutenant. I also want to thank James Z. for the ultimate courageous and heroic sacrifice of his life for us and our Country that ensured all Americans have National security, prosperity, human rights, and our precious freedoms.
The Gold Star families, and the honored veterans in uniform are the sole survivors and heroes that need our respect, comfort for their pain and their suffered losses, peace, and remembrance also and our prayers. The other true heroes in life are the soldiers that fought in battle and made the ultimate life sacrifice for the USA, their families, their fellow soldiers, and the American flag.
The memorial J.R.Z. stone was taken from a familyâs property outdoor fire pit in Smyrna, Maine. I have read all I could about peopleâs shared memories of James Z.âs life. I am still searching for additional information about James Zimmerman to share and keep alive the remembrance of his life stories with everyone I know and ever meet in the future.
TSP âRuck for the Fallen 2024â event Chairperson Greg Johnson warned me months in advance if I wanted to participate in the race then I needed to practice and train well in advance. I got busy with church activities on a daily basis and found myself with J.R.Z. Memorial stone one day with no training and just 13 days away from the ruck race event. I know that sometimes you have to make your decisions according to your values. Like James R. I am never a quitter, and I never disappoint others that depend on me to take action.
I wanted to run in the ruck race badly carrying the J.R.Z. honor stone on my back. I thought by my ruck race participation I could show in my own way that I am seriously very thankful for the Maine surviving hero veterans for serving. I wanted to show my actions in addition to my wordâs thanks also to the hero Gold Star Zimmerman family (Tom and Jane) for allowing their beloved son 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman to be sworn in the USMC as a teenager and to pay the ultimate price of losing his life in the line of combat duty to secure our national security and freedoms. What must I do now? Even though I hadnât trained or actually ran in a road race for over 55 years, I forced myself beyond my comfort zone to find an outdoor track and run/walk alone several hours every single 13 night (rain or shine) in the dark starting around 8:25 pm. Many nights I ran/walked beyond the 10K measured distance and thought I had built up my stamina enough to perform at least at an acceptable level in the upcoming ruck race. However, I found out later I was wrong about this, and I actually needed several months of training to build up my endurance. Perhaps I may have done better if I had practiced carrying some type of weights on my back. I noticed the young man who carried the highest 143.5 lb. weight on his back in the ruck race nearly finished in last place along with his 251 EN Team members.
The âRuck for the Fallen 2024â 10K race and 20-stage obstacle course was a skillfully designed race by TSP Leaders where I heard all the quiet voices of pain, patriotism, hope, and heroism. I had no expectations because I never participated in a TSP ruck race before and feared I would get lost in the woods and off trail if I did not keep up to a jogging stride of some front runners. I started off jogging a short distance in the 10K race and immediately realized I needed to just walk the entire course. In the first place, I had not properly hydrated my body hours before I started the race, and I was struggling to get to the first water station. In the second place, the organizers had not built a 10K racing track to run in at all for the course. The 10K course they and TSP volunteers constructed was a 6.2-mile length church without walls or a hallowed sanctuary trail lined completely with small American flags and posted marked stations displaying the life stories of all the Maine fallen soldiers for which we were rucking memorial stones. Groups of 4 or 5 people did stop at these stations (including myself at one) and pay respect and honor to a fallen hero soldier. How can anyone think of even running the whole course of this race? What is the need to try to win an award prize medal? Out of respect for the fallen hero soldiers and the American flags I quickly made the decision, I was going to just hike this entire peaceful trail alone in the woods. The trail was muddy and very hilly, so I quickly dirtied my brand-new jogging shoes (never worn before) and I easily became out of breath between water stations. The heavy backpack slowed me down to a crawl. On the last mile of the race some kind runner offered to carry some of the contents of my 21 lb. backpack, but I refused because I wanted the starting weight of my ruck to equal actually the ending weight at the 10K end. I also wore a heavy sweatshirt to pad my weak shoulders and back, but the weather was very hot and humid on that race day. Some of the runners yelled at me several times to take that crazy sweatshirt off but I refused to take it off because it added to feeling the discomfort that James R. may have felt on the hot weather battlefield fighting in Afghanistan. Along the early portion of the race, I met and talked with the 83-year-old woman who won a medal for finishing as the oldest person in the ruck race carrying her hero stone. She had a tall hiking staff, and she said that she really loved hiking. I said I enjoyed hiking also and mentioned my long summer hike from Connecticut to Lake Sebago, Maine as a Boy Scout. Everyone ran or hiked past me on the trail, and I passed no one. I was struggling hard to do the ruck race and I humored myself for added strength by telling the joggers passing me to tell ruck race Chair Greg Johnson âTo leave the lights onâ until I finished the race.
I very much appreciated having vocal encouragement from Kristen of TSP when I completed the 10K race. This meant a lot to me because she was the sole voice around at the 10K race end that sparked me to jump right in to try and tackle the 20-stage obstacle course in my weakened and worn-out condition. A few people during the obstacle course doubted I could complete the challenging obstacles (e.g., my neck kept getting tangled in the ropes going through the rope bridge on my back). Some people were very nice and encouraged me to rest in the shade that I briefly did while downing some fluids. Others said I should sit in the muddy pool water to cool off, which was the last thing I wanted to do twice (one time doing exercises as part of the obstacle and the additional time just cooling off). But I did indeed finally complete the 20 obstacles and ran through the finish line to place 102 of the 200 total race participants. I participated and finished successfully in the event only for the Gold Star Zimmerman family (Tom and Jane) including aunt Susan present at the race, for fallen Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman, for Knights of Columbus Council 10221, for all veterans, and for Doc Martel, President of Operation Ray of Light. Yes, I live to never disappoint, to be fearless, and to never take the easy way. I was pleased to have received at the finish line a surprise ribboned commemorative medallion just signifying I had completed successfully the entire race/obstacle challenge event for memoryâs sake.
It was very comforting to me seeing church member Doc Martel of Operation Ray of Light for veterans who was in attendance at the “Ruck for the Fallen” cheering me on in the event. Susan (the sister of Jane) was the race nurse and medic and represented the Zimmerman Gold Star Family. I had the most enjoyable conversations with Sue prior to and after the ruck race event. I find myself filled with gratitude -not only for participating in the race but having the privilege of carrying the most precious TSP memorial stone. Thank you, Tom. I am very sorry it has taken so long getting this letter out to you, but I am a busy doer for the church and not a good writer.
Respectfully yours,
James V. Falk
Dear Tom and Jane and the Zimmerman Gold Star Family,
As you well know, The Summit Project (TSP) provides living memorial and remembrance stone tribute of fallen Maine soldiers who were tragically killed in honorable and courageous active duty for our Nation Post-9/11. I thank you for providing the first original memorial stone marked âJ.R.Z.â to start the TSP collection for remembrance and endless honor of your beloved fallen sonâs USMC 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman. I understand this stone was taken from your family propertyâs outdoor fire pit in Smyrna, Maine near a lake. I originally picked up the J.R.Z. stone on June 20th at 11 am from Ian Hunter of the Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) in Portland, ME.
I had the highest honor and gracious privilege granted by Tom on 6/3/24 in two letter messages of carrying that J.R.Z. stone you donated for a 3-day (July 12-14, 2024) pilgrimage church bus trip I took to Canada. I specifically carried the J.R.Z. stone to the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© that is in Quebec, Canada for your requested intercessory prayers, spiritual and emotional and miracle physical body healings and blessings to be bestowed upon the entire Zimmerman family. By carrying the stone for the entire trip, many people will learn of your fallen sonâs life story, military calling, and bravery. His memory will be kept alive forever by photos taken and by multiple persons across Maine and the globe on the trip destination who will share the experience to others.
Prior to the pilgrimage trip, a Father Felix agreed on June 14th to bless the J.R.Z. stone if it was held outside a church building wall. He blessed on Friday, June 21sth the memorial stone of fallen Marine 1st Lieutenant James R. Zimmerman in a religious store. This store owner Alex J. documented in photos this new Maine priest blessing James’ stone. Yvonne J., Alexâs wife and store co-owner, took my contact information and wrote to me saying, “Oh, and I shall not forget to thank you for sharing that special âFallen Soldierâ stone with us and Fr. Felixâs blessing too. It was a very emotional moment.”
Tom’s actual words in his letters drove me to focus my central motivation and thoughts for taking this pilgrimage trip to have unceasing prayers made for the Zimmerman familyâs miraculous healings and grant spiritual solace and blessings to this Gold Star Family. The Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© in Quebec is the one place on earth where countless miracles occurred by intercessory prayers to Jesusâ grandmother Saint Anne for more than a half million visitors per year. This is a most holy place and the healed crippled leave their crutches in large stacks behind in this Basilica in Quebec, Canada. Tom actually said to me in one letter: ââŠJames loved his Mama deeply and she could use a miracle. Thank you again for remembering our son, James.â I knew from my extensive readings of the life stories of Marine 1st Lieutenant James R. Zimmerman that he had a love and respect for all people no matter their background or culture or country upbringing.
Yes, miracle prayers require more than one individual soul involved. Matthew 18:19 scripture says, “… if two of you agree on earth about anything for which they are to pray, it shall be granted to them by my heavenly Father.” God says ask believing and you will certainly receive. A personâs faith with Godâs grace is the true secret to miraculous healing of the sick or protection. Miracles happen because our Living God is good and shows His great love for us by hearing and answering our trusting prayers. Tom is asking for a physical body healing miracle for his wife Jane. My constant thoughts were focused throughout the pilgrimage trip to beseech the Lord for the miracle healings of Jane. I was like Moses saying in the Old Testament Numbers 12:13 (NLT) scriptures: â13 So Moses cried out to the Lord, âO God, I beg you, please heal her!â.â I knew the physical blessing of the J.E.Z.’s tribute stone from TSP in the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© church would mean a lot to the entire Zimmerman family. I believed the immersion of the stone in holy water inside the Basilica church and its contact with 1st class bone relics (Jesus’ grandmother Saint Anne) might deliver a miracle healing. Anyway, I felt Jamesâ spiritual presence with me and extraordinary, unexpected events did take place on the pilgrimage.
James was buried at age 25 in Arlington National Cemetery leaving his widow Lynell Winters (married in June 2008) and other Zimmerman family members behind, all saddened, devastated, and heart broken. Psalm 34:18 (NASB) says: âThe Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.â May you find some peace knowing different volunteers from all walks in life will continue for generations to come to carry the TSPâs J.R.Z. honor stone. so that the details of his courageous military service and life stories and displayed character will never be ever forgotten. The men and women carriers of the honor stone J.R.Z. reflects upon Jamesâ life story and character qualities and spreads the knowledge of his ultimate sacrifice of life for our great Nation to everyone they know and meet in the future.
James Zimmerman became a Christian at age 4 when he was present in Springfield, MO and believed in the afterlife. He knew Christ Jesus loved him. He believed it because Jesus sacrificed His sinless life for our salvation and other believers by suffering aguishly to death on a tree cross and then being risen to the living from the dead. Jacob Curtis attended Vacation Bible School with James one summer as a kid. Jacob said at James Z. ‘s passing when killed in action: âWe will miss him but are glad that we will see him again in Heaven one day because, like us, James trusted in the shed blood of the Lord Jesus Christ and asked forgiveness of his sins.â
James by knowing God loved him gave him confidence and bravery on the battlefield. James also loved dearly his two parents Tom and especially his mother Jane. Tom wrote to me saying, âI’m moved to tell a quick story of his care for his mom whom I’ve mentioned in my previous response: on Mother’s Day, he traveled from University of Maine Orono (UMO) to our Sunday morning church service. Jane happened to be up front with her back to the entrance. James came in late and marched right up behind her, surprising her with a big smile and hug. He always held her hand in public.â
I want to thank you Tom and Jane and salute you for your sonâs 17â 2-year-old calling in 2003 to commit wholeheartedly his young life to military service as a proud Marine 1st Lieutenant officer. He had a Purple Heart for valor service when fatally wounded and killed by enemy sniper fire in action protecting his men while doing combat operations in Helmand province, at Camp Bastion, Afghanistan in Operation Enduring Freedom fights. James loved and hugged most everyone and yes, he was known as the great protector. On November 2, 2010 the day he was killed, the Maine Governor John Baldacci ordered all flags in the entire State to be flown half-staff in his memory. He loved protecting and looking out for his mom Jane and his sister Meghan and his brother, Christian. James also took care of the belittled person in public. Through my conversations with several people on the bus trip pilgrimage I learned by word of mouth for the first time that James has the 1st LT James Zinnerman Marine Corps Reserve Center building named after him in Brunswick, ME and a flagpole named after him in Houlton, ME.
Let me now discuss the daily accounts of my 3-day pilgrimage trip holding and carrying TSPâs J.R.Z. honor stone the entire time to/from and in Quebec, Canada:
On the first day (Friday, July 12, 2024) of each way trip of 305 miles, the bus with 50 pilgrims took off at 6:30 AM from St. Hyacinth Church in Westbrook. At around 6:46 AM we began praying Rosary prayers on the bus. At 7:08 AM a single multi-colored hot air balloon appeared in the sky near Litchfield, ME. I believe it was a clear sign of Godâs presence with us on the pilgrimage. It was a hazy day with the outside temperature around 67âŠF. At 8:13 AM 3 additional ladies were picked up by the bus at Notre Dame De Lourdes Church and at 8:15 AM two additional pilgrims were picked up at McDonaldâs Restaurant in Skowhegan. At 9:49 AM the bus passed a wooden retaining wall and fence with hundreds of birdhouses nailed to it along U.S. Highway 201 in Moscow, ME. At 10:58 AM the bus arrived at the Jackman-Armstrong U.S. to Canada Customs and Border Crossing which terminates the northern end of U.S. Route 201 in Jackman, ME. At 11:31 AM the bus was allowed to depart into Quebec, Canada on Route 173. At 1:35 PM we said more prayers and Rosary prayers together on the bus. On the way and very near our destination stop for the day, we passed a large waterfall named Montmorency Falls which is 30 meters higher than Niagara Falls. There is a popular legend that a grieving bride wearing a bridal gown killed herself jumping into the Montmorency Falls because her soldier lover was killed in the battlefield and never returned back to her. At 2:51 PM our bus arrived at our hotel which was directly across the street from the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© that is in Quebec, Canada.
I went over to this Basilica carrying the J.R.Z. stone around 4 pm to plead and pray specifically for the Zimmerman family. At 5:30 PM I was granted permission from the tour director to question the presiding priest over the dayâs Holy Mass service whether I could be allowed to carry the J.R.Z. stone in the nightâs candlelight procession. The priestâs office was located in the back of the Basilicaâs main altar. I brought the stone with me to see Father Doris LaPlante, C.Ss.R. and I told him the hero stories regarding Tom and Janeâs beloved fallen sonâs USMC 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman. Fr. Doris said it was okay to participate in the nightâs candlelight procession carrying Jamesâs stone. Father Doris LaPlante told me that he was a Redemptorist Father for the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ©. We talked about Jane Zimmermanâs need for a miracle physical healing. I discussed my previous request to a Maine church lady parishioner on a pilgrimage to Italy to deliver sealed envelopes of prayers for Janeâs and the Zimmerman familyâs needed healings. I told Fr. Doris that the sealed prayers will be brought to lay at the tomb of the newest Saint Carlo Acutis in Assisi, Italy and tombs of other saints in Italy. Prayers were asked to God and Jesus to please grant through the Saints’ intercessions that physical healings may be brought to Jane, and spiritual and emotional healings and blessings may always be given to the entire Zimmerman family. The newest Saint Blessed Carlo Acutis was declared by the Pope on July 2, 2024. Father Doris mentioned more importantly that he felt that Jane will eventually have her miracle healings. Numbers 12:13 (KJV) scripture reads, âAnd Moses cried unto the Lord, saying, Heal her now, O God, I beseech thee.â Fr. Doris also said it is interesting that the church lady was taking the prayer requests to Italy for the new saint because the Saint Blessed Carlo Acutis’s Exhibition on Eucharistic Miracles of the World is scheduled to begin in Quebec on July 17th at the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ©.
After the priest’s visit, I washed the J.R.Z. stone in a considerable amount of Holy water present inside the Basilica and Shrine prior to the nightâs later stone blessings. At 6:30 PM Rosary prayers were said at the Basilica. Mass services took place starting at 7 PM. Fr. Doris LaPlante read the gospel of Matthew and had a homily on the subject of righteousness. A 1st Class relic of Saint Anne, the maternal grandmother of Jesus Christ and mother of the Virgin Mary was venerated by those in attendance. This FIRST CLASS RELIC (a portion of the bone of Saint Anne’s finger) was obtained by the Carcassonne Chapter, and was brought to the Shrine on March 12, 1670, by Bishop François de Laval. I touched a small cloth and the J.R.Z. stone with this 1st Class relic when I had the opportunity during the Eucharistic Adoration service.
At 8:30 PM Jamesâs living memorable stone was carried by me as part of a candlelight procession along with other pilgrims carrying the statue of Saint Anne down the Basilicaâs church aisles and outdoors in front of the church around the huge fountain and back inside the Basilica again for a procession down the aisles again. After Mass around 8:45 PM, Fr. Doris LaPlante bestowed blessings upon the J.R.Z. stone.
On the second day (Saturday, July 13, 2024) of the trip, the bus departed from the hotel at 8:30 AM to Quebec City. The bus dropped us off at 9:05 AM at a spot near the Fairmont Le ChĂąteau Frontenac hotel in Quebec City, Quebec, Canada. The bus drop-off spot was supposed to be the same spot for our return bus departure to the hotel at 1 PM sharp.
I did not know where to go to visit around Quebec City, so I sought advice from a travel counselor at the cityâs tourist information services at Infotouriste de QuĂ©bec. Somehow the mention of a Holy Door at the Notre-Dame de QuĂ©bec parish church in the Old Quebec section of the city came up in the conversation that sparked my keen interest. I was directed to the Cathedral-Basilica of Notre-Dame de QuĂ©bec on a Quebec City map, located at 16, rue De Buade but I left with little knowledge of a Holy Door by the travel counselor.
I learned from my readings that the Holy Doors are normally sealed up by mortar and cement from the inside so that they cannot be opened. The Holy Door is reopened during the Jubilee years normally celebrated every 25 years, the next one being in 2025 and then 2050, etc. At 10:20 AM I arrived at the brass Holy Door of the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Québec which is the only one outside Europe of the 7 total and its construction, approved by the Vatican, was totally funded by the Knights of Columbus. Surprisingly, I found out that I could open up this Holy Door and pass through its entrance carrying the J.R.Z. stone. Jubilees normally take place every 25 years, but a Pope can announce one on rare occasions a year opening when deemed appropriate. Pope Francis approved the current opening of the Holy Door at the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Québec because it highlighted an exceptional occasion in 2024: the 350th anniversary of the foundation of the Quebec diocese. The Holy Door of the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Québec will be completely sealed and closed again on December 8, 2024, and will be kept fully closed probably until 2050.
I actually brought the tribute stone to many Mass services because when Mass is in progress it is said that âheaven on earth is presentâ there. James’s ultimate goal in life was to go to heaven rather than hell. The living memorial TSP stone (J.R.Z.) restored the spiritual presence of James Z. on earth. I carried the J.R.Z. stone and passed through the threshold of the Holy Door from the outside of Notre-Dame de QuĂ©bec into the Basilica building. This represented a passage from this world into the presence of God in heaven. In the gospel reading of John 10:9 (KJB) it says, â9I am the door: by me if any man enters in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.â When passage is made by a person through an opened Holy Door, complete forgiveness of the temporal punishment for the pilgrimâs sins is said to be granted, known as an indulgence. When inside the Basilica of Notre-Dame de QuĂ©bec I left several written prayer requests on provided small slips of paper kneeling at The Chapel of the Sacred Heart for the Zimmerman family. I also visited the tomb of François de Laval who founded the Notre-Dame de QuĂ©bec parish and the gift shop for presents until 11:20 AM.
I then ate lunch at one of the restaurants and did gift shopping until 12:45 PM near the Fairmont Le ChĂąteau Frontenac hotel which was our planned bus group pickup spot for the return trip. At 1:00 PM when the entire church pilgrimage group gathered at the planned pickup spot the tour director then received a phone call from the bus driver that we would have to walk with our heavy shopping bags about two miles up several hilly streets to meet the bus at a new pickup location. In addition, I was carrying the J.R.Z. stone (about 10 lbs.) which made the hike through the city streets even more arduous on my body. James was a fervent hiker, and he ran 5.5 miles on a regular basis, and he carried heavy gear on the battlefield so maybe I felt some of the pain he suffered. At 2 PM I boarded the bus at our new pickup location and at 2:37 PM the bus arrived back at our hotel.
At 2:40 PM I ran across the street to try to get to the Shrine gift shop of the sanctuary of Basilica of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© before it closed. As I was walking the right-side walkway path in front of the Basilica, I saw a beautiful Maine Coon cat named âRyderâ there on the walkway being pushed in its pet stroller by a young couple. The male stranger told me all about his one-year-old Maine Coon. The man bragged about the cat doing multiple sporting events (e.g., water skiing, snow skiing, etc.) hanging on the shoulders of the male owner and he had photos on his I-phone to show it. It is said the Maine Coon is known as the dog of the cat world.
I first thought of purchasing a pet stroller for my Ragdoll cat named âGunnerâ when I saw âRyderâ. James loved both animals and pets very much like myself and he had a cat named âLT.â I wonder if James was dreaming ahead of being a Marine 1st Lieutenant officer someday when he had and named his beloved cat âLTâ. I will want to find out someday what breed of cat James had. James Zimmerman as a youth had also a cow named Rosie, a horse named Chico, and a black lab-shepherd mix dog named Bonita. It is no wonder that he married UMO fellow student Lynell Winters on June 21, 2008, who had a career as a veterinarian.
I picked up a few religious souvenirs and gifts at the Basilicaâs Shrine shop and then had them blessed at 4 PM by Fr. Maurice in a separate outside building. I then walked up the stairs of the front of the Basilica and noticed on the top step a brass âWhen I was A Strangerâ sculpture produced by Timothy P. Schmalz, the famous religious sculptor, with a plate for coins. The face of Jesus under the beggarâs cloak shines when a camera is placed near it. I noticed that coins are dropped all day long in the plate and caretakers of the Basilica go in and out collecting the money to give to the poor, the penniless, and the homeless people in the local community. The gospel Matthew 25:40 (NIV) reads, 40âThe King will reply, âTruly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.â â A poor and French speaking Canadian stranger (Lionel B.) who was sitting down at the railroad tracks in very close proximity to the Basilica was asked by me if he would be willing to have his photo taken with the J.R.Z. stone. I gave him a brief story on Fallen Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman in English, and I do not think he understood a single word I said. I do not know why I did this but I gave him half of the souvenirs and gifts including one religious booklet in French language that I had just purchased at the Basilicaâs Shrine shop to try and bribe him. I questioned him once more if he would have his photo taken with the TSP honor stone and a faint whisper one word sound in English came out of his mouth âyesâ. I took Lionel to the inside vestibule of the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© and showed him a poster publicizing the traveling Saint Bl. Carlo Acutis’s Exhibition on Eucharistic Miracles of the World that is scheduled to begin on July 17th at the Basilica. Lionel then had his photo smiling with me holding the J.R.Z. stone. James had a considerate love for all people and their basic needs and sought to bring them smiles wherever God led him in life. James demonstrated always affectionate care for the poor and vulnerable.
The Canadian sculptor Timothy Schmalz and others talk about the âWhen I Was a Strangerâ sculpture on the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ©âs top front step in the following YouTube videos:
https://youtu.be/5vD0JpJA4gg?si=2VbW7PhjZeNHjggf
https://youtu.be/L9Na23WbbUE
At 5:30 PM I began touring the interior of the Basilica and Shrine of Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ©. I paused at brief intervals to offer prayers. At 6:30 PM Rosary prayers were said by the pilgrims at the Basilica. Mass services took place starting at 7:30 PM. A 1st Class relic of Saint Anne, the maternal grandmother of Jesus Christ and mother of the Virgin Mary was venerated by those in attendance. This FIRST-CLASS MAJOR RELIC arrived at the Shrine on July 26, 1892, as a gift from Pope Leo XIII. It is a 4-inch portion of the bone of Saint Anne’s forearm near the wrist. It was obtained from the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, in Rome, and was brought to Saint Anne de BeauprĂ© by Bishop Joseph-Calixte Canac-Marquis (1821-1904). I touched a small cloth and the J.R.Z. stone with this 1st Class relic when I had the opportunity during the Eucharistic Adoration service. I know the parents (Tom and Jane Zimmerman) will be pleased about this blessing because it was the only goal of James on earth to be in the presence of God in heaven someday. He wanted to enter the Mission field to evangelize the indigenous peoples after his military duty and Marine service was completed.
At 8:30 PM I participated in a candlelight procession along with other pilgrims carrying the statue of Saint Anne. We went down the Basilicaâs church aisles and outdoors in front of the church around the huge fountain and back inside the Basilica again for a procession down the aisles again.
On the third and last day (Sunday, July 14, 2024) of the trip, at 6:20 AM Rosary prayers were said by the pilgrims. At 9:00 AM there were group photos of the 45 pilgrims plus the bus driver taken in front of the parked bus at the hotel in Quebec. I allowed a fellow church choir singer Kelly D. to hold the J.R.Z. stone because she assisted me taking a few photos for the pilgrimage and she was in the front row for the photo with her shorter height. It is interesting to note that Kellyâs father was a proud Marine that served our country like James. My wife Judy took the majority of the photos during the pilgrimage since she was by my side the entire trip and photos with the J.R.Z. stone had to be taken at the opportune time.
At 9:15 AM the bus departed from the hotel and arrived 5 minutes later at the Atelier ParĂ© Museum of Wood Sculpture (Atelier ParĂ© Ă©conomusĂ©e de la sculpture sur bois), Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ©, QuĂ©bec. I first took the J.R.Z. stone around the outside buildingâs multiple flower gardens with several whimsical wood carved and brightly painted sculptures present. Several photos of the TSP honor stones were taken after being laid in the tranquil gardens with the beautiful surrounding flowers. James liked hiking outdoors and loved being immersed in nature and its beautiful surroundings to connect with the birds and animals. Nature helped bring Jamesâs some joy and calmness and stimulated his immense creativity. James was known according to his parents to be very artistic and creative with his drawings and wood hand sculptures he crafted as a youth.
I then went inside the building to observe the museum, show room, the wood sculpture shop, and store. Françoise L. and Scott K. took over ownership of Atelier Paré in 1985 and they both were very skilled wood crafters at that place for over 40 years.
I had purchased a colorful wood carving of a rooster at their store as a gift for Tom and Jane for multiple reasons. One reason was this married Canadian couple had both taken part in crafting this wood sculpture. Scott had hand carved the rooster and Françoise had hand painted it with a mix of bright green, red, yellow, orange and purple colors. The rooster also represented James as the great protector. James always loved and protected his family, the men who he commanded, the voiceless stranger, and his country without self-concern for his own safety. Hawks are the deadliest chicken predator. The rooster protects the chickens from a hawk and it will even fiercely battle the hawk to save a henâs life. I also wanted Tom and Jane to have a handmade wood sculptured piece of artwork as a keepsake from Quebec, Canada.
Françoise and Scott have made many delightful wood sculpture creations and paintings portraying folklore and legends of QuĂ©bec with a little fascination and imagination added to their artwork. A good example of this is the painting in their museum of a grieving bride wearing a bridal gown image shown hiding inside the Montmorency Falls. The majority of over 10,000 pieces of artwork they have created and supplied over the years are religious sculptures and paintings used in churches throughout North America and other places in the world like the Vatican. A piece of artwork in their museum that caught my eye was The Last Supper painting. This masterpiece depicted closely âThe Last Supperâ painting by Leonardo da Vinci found presently in the Church of Santa Maria della Grazie in Milan, Italy. I had a brief conversation with Scott Kingsland, and he said that presently most (60%) of the religious art pieces created at his shop are now being supplied and shipped to South American churches. However, there has been a diminished request of religious art pieces in North America because churches are closing. There is a shortage of pastors and a reduction of people attending church services especially in Canada. The bus departed from the Atelier ParĂ© Museum and wood sculptorsâ shop at 10:05 AM.
The bus traveled back the return route on the same roads and the Customs and Border Crossing stop that it made the initial trip on the previous Friday. However, the bus made a memorable stop at 1:40 PM at the Fromagerie la PĂ©pite d’Or cheese and wine shop in St-Georges-de-Beauce, QC, Canada. I thought this bus stop spot would be interesting to mention to Tom and Jane because they owned a farm. I observed this place had workers engaged in the process of making cheese and I took photos of it. James’ love for animals also included farm animals. Tom, his father, tells the story about Jamesâs cow named Rosie. James as a teenager on the Zimmermanâs family farm was often seen walking Rosie the cow around on a dog leash and curling up beside the pet cow when she laid down in the hay to rest. There was a 75-minute delay getting across the border crossing with U.S. Customs and Border Protection to the United States, so I did not get home from the pilgrimage until 9:45 PM.
Jay Foley, who had been with Jamesâs Platoon and under his command in Afghanistan said, âââZâ was the greatest Marine I ever knew.â USMC 1st Lt. James R. Zimmermanâs personal decorations include the Purple Heart Medal, the Armed Forces Reserve Medal, the Selective Marine Corps Reserve Medal, the National Defense Service Medal, the Global War on Terrorism Service Medal, the Afghanistan Campaign Medal, the NATO ISAF Medal, and the Combat Action Ribbon. James R. Zimmerman had the highest National honor of being buried at Arlington National Cemetery on November 17, 2010. His burial site is in section 60, grave 9188 of the cemetery which is in close proximity to the Pentagon Building location.
NASCAR driver #17 Chris Buescher remembered fallen Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman for his ultimate sacrifice being killed in action fighting for our countryâs precious freedoms and keeping us safe. Chris honored James Z. at the NASCAR 2022 Coca Cola 600 race held on May 29, 2022, at Charlotte Motor Speedway in Concord, North Carolina. See the web linkâs description:
Chris Buescher â Coca-Cola 600 Advance | (rfkracing.com)
Chris raced hard and finished at 26th place in the 2022 Coca Cola 600 race.
The Most Holy and Awesome God is my pilot and I am just a passenger on the journey once it starts. My goal of my pilgrimage to Quebec for the Zimmerman family is to allow James’ story to be heard by many so that his memory lives on forever, get the stone blessed and touched by 1st class bone relics (Jesus’ grandmother Saint Anne), and pray endlessly for Jane’s complete healing. God allowed many surprise miracle happenings to occur during this Quebec pilgrimage.
Pat G. is holder of 6 world records for endurance and long-distance open water swimming. She is a famous woman from Westbrook, Maine that has swam most oceans, seas, lakes, and waterways around the globe. Pat just set a new swimming record at the Sea of Galilee. I noticed her discussing it to a few people on July 10th in the narthex area of St. Anne church. I heard that she was planning a personal trip to Italy in August. First, I told her the story of fallen Marine 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman and the TSP J.R.Z. honor stone. Then, I asked her if she would be willing to bring special prayer requests of mine in sealed envelopes to the tomb of Saint Carlo Acutis on a pilgrimage to Assisi, Italy. Prayers were written out for the specific miracle healing of Jane and the Zimmerman Family. The newest Saint Carlo Acutis was declared by the Pope on July 2, 2024. She delivered the enveloped healing prayer requests on August 19, 2024, to lay at the tombs of Saint Father Padre Pio in San Giovanni Rotundo, Italy and at the tomb of the newest Saint Carlo Acutis in Assisi, Italy.
I find myself filled with gratitude -not only for participating in this miraculous journey and amazing pilgrimage to Quebec, Canada but also having the privilege and humble honor of carrying the most precious TSP memorial J.R.Z. stone. Thank you, Tom. I am very sorry it has taken so long getting this letter out to you but I needed the time longer than usual to reflect upon Jamesâs life stories. Perfection to detail always takes time. Marine Captain Sean Christensen who had worked together with James on a regular basis said, âWe both wanted perfection. We wanted everybody around us to achieve perfection. We did that through hard work and having attention to detail âŠâ I will be there always for the Gold Star Zimmerman family and their needed help and support.
Respectfully yours,
James V. Falk
Gorham, ME
This day is always one of the most humbling and emotional experiences that I have the privilege to be part of. This is the 4th time (and the hardest hike thus far Iâve completed for The Summit Project) that Iâve had the honor of carrying the stone and telling the story of Maineâs fallen heroes â and I truly believe what they say â the stone chooses you.
James and I were both born in 1985. We graduated from The University of Maine in 2008; however, our paths never crossed. Although we lived two very different lives, we both chose careers that we found fulfilling and had the desire and drive to help others – his led him to joining the military, and mine has now led me to working with Veterans at the VA.Â
I was hoping to be able to connect with you this year, but unfortunately, it was not possible – but maybe in the future! However, we all know how small of a world it can be. What do they say? Six degrees of separation? I happened to learn that one of my sonâs friends from middle school, his mother Brandi, happened to be your next door neighbor growing up. I reached out to her to ask her if she would be willing to tell me a little bit about James â and she was incredibly happy to do so. She said that James was her best friend â the boy next door. . and a painful loss for her growing up. She said that James was âso full of life â he lit up the room, he knew how to make the whole room laugh. He gave his heart and soul into giving back to the community.â She said one of her favorite memories of him was him sitting in between her and her sister at their sweet 16 birthday party and her father was teasing them âsweet 16 never been kissedâ and he leaned over and kissed both of them on the cheek. Â
I also learned that my friend Kris, who is also a Marine, knew and was friends with James. He had nothing but great things to say about him. And that was clearly evident – from when I watched your video and learned that you were told that unlike most officers, James would sit and eat with his men. He would spend time off with his Marines rather than with the other officers. James was always looking out for others â always there to lend a helping hand. He was selfless.
Please know it was an absolute honor to carry his stone and tell his story.
Iâm not sure if you know this or not, but CrossFit has Hero WODS (Work Outs of the Day). âSince 2005, CrossFit has posted workouts meant to honor the memories of CrossFit service members who made the ultimate sacrifice and exemplary members of the CrossFit community who are no longer with us.â James has one dedicated to him called âZimmerman.â
So for you fellow CrossFitters, here is a Hero WOD you can do in honor of James!
ZIMMERMAN
Complete as many rounds as possible in 25 minutes of:âš
11 chest-to-bar pull-ups
âš2 deadlifts, 315/205 lbâš
10 handstand push-ups
U.S. Marine Corps 1st Lt. James R. Zimmerman, 25, of Aroostook, Maine, assigned to 2nd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, based in Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, died on Nov. 2, 2010, while conducting combat operations in Helmand Province, Afghanistan.
He is survived by his wife, Lynel Winters; parents, Tom and Jane; sister, Megan; and brother, Christian.
First posted Feb. 25, 2012.
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