19, of Hartland, Maine; assigned to 3rd Battalion, 21st Infantry Regiment, 1st Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 25th Infantry Division, Fort Wainwright, Alaska; died July 17 in Talukan, Afghanistan, of wounds suffered when enemy forces attacked his unit with an improvised explosive device. Also killed was Army Sgt. 1st Class Kenneth B. Elwell.
To honor Pfc. Tyler M. Springmann, his Aunt, Karissy Myers retrieved this stone from her momâs house in Newport, ME where Tyler used to skateboard up and down the driveway.
Watch this video to learn why this stone is significant and what it says about Pfc. Tyler M. Springmann.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDmX8BqcsJ8&rel=0
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To the family,
Were do we start my husband and I had the honor to carry Tyler’s stone from Portland it was a moving experience. Tyler seemed to be an amazing young gentleman it takes a lot of courage to do what he has then I am honored to haven taken a part in this project for him.
May god bless you all!!
Billie Jordon and Gene Welliver
On October 4, 2014 I hiked the stone of Army PFC Tyler M Springmann. Tyler was 19-years-old when he was killed while serving his first tour in Afghanistan. Through this incredible experience I’ve had the honor of meeting Tyler’s family and ensuring that Tyler’s life is remembered. That his bravery and sacrifice are not forgotten. And that the memories of all of our fallen soldiers are sustained.
We hear it all the time. “They made the ultimate sacrifice”. But it’s so important to take a step back and recognize that phrases meaning. Because of our service members bravery and sacrifice we get to enjoy the freedoms we know and love. Because of their families sacrifice we get to enjoy time with our own families without fear. These are sacrifices that I can never say thank you enough for, but I vow to never forget them.
Tyler was an outgoing, outdoorsy, kindhearted individual. I like to think that at 19, he was a lot like me. When his aunt Karissy talks about him she always reiterates that fact that Tyler “just wanted to be loved.” Whether it was by family, or friends, or his brothers in uniform, he had a longing for inclusion and acceptance. On the top of Cadillac as I talked about Ty, I let him know that he was most definitely loved. And this project ensures that.
You are loved Ty, and you will not be forgotten. MHANF
On 25 March 2015, Andy Torbett wrote –
It was my honor to carry the memorial stone for PFC Tyler M. Springmann to the peak of Borestone Mountain this past Saturday. Tyler would have known about Borestone Mountain as he was born less than an hour away in Hartland, Maine. At the age of 19, Tyler joined the army as was assigned to the Stryker Brigade stationed in Fort Wainwright, Alaska. In his first deployment to Afghanistan, his unit was attacked with an IED in Talukah. Tyler was one of two casualties from that attack, along with Army Sgt. First Class Kenneth B. Elwell.
There were small things that drew me to Tyler at first. He grew up close by, just over the County line from Piscataquis in Somerset. He loved a good Whopper sandwich. But as I meditated on his sacrifice one thing tugged at my heart more than anything.
Tyler was only 19 when he joined the army, went to war, and gave everything he could give for is country. I reflected during the hike how my two sons climbing with me with their own memorial stones were only few years younger than Tyler when he faced the ultimate call of freedom. The reality of that weighed heavy on my heart.
As we pushed our snowshoes through the drifts below the mountain peak, I smiled to realize that given the mountainâs proximity to Hartland there was a good possibility that Tyler had climbed these very trails. He had always enjoyed the outdoors.
I wondered if he had ever been crazy enough to climb Borestone in the middle of winter with snowshoes like us. He probably preferred a snowmachine for winter fun. I smiled at that, too.
Later on the mountain peak as we gathered to honor each of the fallen soldiers chosen for this hike, I was struck by the coldness and heaviness of the Tylerâs stone as I removed it from my pack. The stone was from the driveway of his grandparentâs home were he loved to skateboard. Its hard cold surface seemed to remind me of the harsh reality of the sacrifice of freedom.
Tyler was so young with so much potential and promise yet he willingly sacrificed his youth for the freedom of my two boys, so many others, and myself. Those who answer the call of freedom know full well the bitter price that she so often demands. It is for us that bask in the warmth of the freedom these heroes have purchased to never forget what freedom requires. Young Tyler Springmann, I will never forget you, your sacrifice, and the sacrifice of your family. âMHANF
On March 26, 2015, Catherine Frost, who is preparing to carry the story and stone of PFC Tyler Springmann for TSP at BSP 2015, wrote — As one of the photographers for TSP events, my responsibility is to visually tell the mission of TSP and its impact by capturing the actions and emotion of the participants. During this, my second hike, I was open to seeing new depths of emotions and vulnerabilities. The intensity of the hikes, their therapeutic nature, and the courage of the families is becoming clearer to me.
The more I engage, I feel a deeper sense of responsibility in respecting each person’s place. The more I get to know the TSP family, the closer I get to the loss, pain, and healing. It’s a bit ironic: the more connected I become to each person, the deeper my understanding of each story grows. The more I understand the stories, the more empathic I become. The more empathetic I become, the harder it becomes to document precious, personal moments. It’s much harder to capture emotion in people you know than those you don’t.
I want to be sure that I am always deeply respectful of each individual’s situation and emotional place, wherever that may be. I never want to encroach. I hope to capture sorrow in the loss, pain in the recovery, happiness in the newly found families, the true sense of accomplishment, and, of course, the support and love that envelops each event.
I want to continue this journey with TSP with the deepest respect and sensitivity at the appropriate distance – both physically and emotionally.
To the family of PFC Tyler M Springman
On May 29 2015, I had the honor to carry the stone for PFC. Tyler M. Springmann. I hiked Bigelow Mountain. Tyler was 19 when he was killed in Afghanistan, on July 19 2011. Tyler lived in Heartland and attend Nokomis Regional high school his senior year. I am currently a student at Nokomis, I am a sophomore.
Tyler got along with everyone. His aunt talked about how she would see different kind’s of people in her house at all times. I am also kinda like Tyler I don’t hang out with just one group of people I hang out with a lot of different people. Also another thing about Tyler he loved to eat all the time. Tyler’s aunt said” he would eat her out of home a lot of time.” My mom feels the same about me. There was somethings that me and Tyler had in common and I felt that was pretty cool.
My experience for climbing Bigelow mountain I felt pretty good about it. I never gave up. I though about how Tyler never gave up even if he wanted to. So I wasn’t going to. The mountain at some point’s got really hard and rough but I keep pushing and thinking about getting McDonald’s after. ” Just like how Tyler wanted to eat burger king even though he had a screw in his finger, He wanted to eat before going to the hospital.”
Very respectfully Julie Dearborn
Dear Karissy – I made a post on Facebook about my upcoming hike with Tyler on May 23. Since I met you in person, talked to you and hugged you, I have updated my passage. Here it is:
19-year-old Tyler Springmann was killed in Afghanistan on July 17, 2011. I had the honor of carrying this young man’s stone during The Summit Project’s hike at Baxter State Park 2015.
I did not know Tyler, but for the last several months, as I prepared for this event, I carried extra weight in my pack. I told myself it was Tyler’s spirit stone. I did a lot of thinking about who this sweet person was and who he may have become.
I did not know you, Karissy, but now each time I think of Tyler, I think of “Tyler and Karissy.” You helped raised this fine, brave man, always there when he needed you. You did not lose your nephew, you lost your son.
I envision him a teacher (although not with power tools!) and you encouraging him to do what would make him happy. I envision him working as a volunteer at an anti-bullying organization and you being so very proud. I envision him as the color yellow with his constant and honest smile – the color that he learned from you.
I thought he would like the Red Sox and other New England teams and I see you making him some supper while he watched the games. I am pretty sure if he were a board game, he would be Scrabble and crush his opponents. “That’s my Tyler,” you would say.
It’s pretty obvious with his quick wit and charming personality, he would be a fan of Mike Myers. And with his integrity paired with innocence, he would be a little bit Atticus and a little bit Scout. He would make you giggle and he would fill your heart with the warmth blanket each time he called.
I saw him skateboarding and I saw him chatting in sign language. I saw him loving life as we all should, with his young wife and several little babies and maybe a dog – a German Shepherd-Lab mix. And you – so incredible proud of this grown-up man.
I did not know Tyler, but I can see him up there with his buddies. They are a rowdy bunch. Teasing and talking about girls and music and religion and their moms and how much they miss them…And he is bragging on you HARD. He was your hero, Karissy, and you were his.
Thank you for being there when he needed you.
On August 8, 2015, I had the honor and privilege to carry Tyler’s stone while running in the first annual Aaron Henderson Memorial Crosscountry 5k. Tyler was with me as we ran through the woods and mud, crossing streams, and eventually the finish line. During the run I wondered what he was like, only really knowing very little about him from the short bio provided by the folks from The Summit Project. What an excellent program, and through it Tyler continues to have a profound effect on those who he comes in contact with. I will never forget the privilege that I was given that day, only wish that I could have met this young patriot in the flesh.
Thank you and God Bless you Tyler Springmann,
Brent Conley
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Matthew 5:9
Dear Family of PFC Tyler M. Springmann,
On Sunday, September 27, 2015, I had the honor to carry the stone of your fallen hero as I participated in the MAINEiacs Charities 5K road race in Bangor. Tyler’s stone was chosen for me, and I am eternally grateful for my time to learn about him, honor him, and spend time with his memory through TSP.
To pay the ultimate sacrifice at only 19 years of age for our country is something that we will never be able to thank Tyler for enough. Making the decision to join the Army right out of high school, to achieve the skills that Tyler did in such a short time, and to be brave enough to leave for that first tour overseas speaks volumes about Tyler’s character and about the wonderful young man that he was. I’m incredibly sorry that Tyler wasn’t given the chance to return home to you.
As a mother to two young sons, I made a promise as I carried Tyler’s stone that I would do all I can to raise them to be people who see others, who include others, and who help make others feel they belong. I also made a promise that when I buy them their first skateboards I’ll be sure to share with them who PFC Tyler M. Springmann was.
Tyler, you are loved and will forever be included in my heart. To Tyler’s family, thank you for your sacrifice. Tyler is NOT forgotten!
Yours truly,
Cari Gauld
One of the reasons I was drawn to choosing Tylerâs stone to hike for The Summit Projectâs annual event at Acadia National Park was because I already knew a little bit about his story, and I felt that Tyler and myself shared some things in common.
I work at the Portland, Maine Military Entrance Processing Station where all of The Summit Project stones are kept, and Iâve always been drawn to Tylerâs stone for some reason due to the tragic young age that he was taken at, his quick wittedness, and the fact that his father was in the military as well. These are things that I connected with about Tyler.
Upon learning more about him, I discovered that he was a very passionate young man, interested in a wide number of things like carpentry, entomology, language, and outdoor activities. I am inspired by the passion he had in life. Having that sort of passion for such a wide variety of things is impressive at such a young age.
Tyler was also passionate about bringing people together and wanting everyone to feel included and part of the group. I think that is why he would be proud to be honored by The Summit Project. Of course, the primary mission of The Summit Project is to ensure that Maineâs Heroes Are Not Forgotten, but I think another important aspect of it is bringing people together. I saw that first hand at Acadia National Park and as I was hiking Tylerâs stone up Cadillac Mountain. People from many backgrounds and all walks of life were brought together in one place for a common purpose, to honor the fallen. That is an amazing thing. That is how Tylerâs life was commemorated on that day, and I am proud and honored to have been a part of it.
On the 8th of November, I remember being half way through the run and my abs started to get sore. The kind of sore you get from a good, deep belly laugh. More than likely though, this was from counter balancing PFC Tyler Springman, who was riding behind me in my pack. I figured the other runners wouldn’t have appreciated it if I had given him on last motorcycle ride through the race, so we made due.
My time with Tyler gave me a lot of pause. He and I joined about the same time in our lives, and I suspect for some of the same reasons. Listening to his Aunt speak about him, something stuck out. Love. Tyler loved people. And life. And sharing that life with the people in it. I joined the military for, a lot of reasons, but one that I didn’t talk about much was camaraderie. Listening to the story about his Aunt “embarrassing him in front of his brothers” made me smile. That second family you pick up in the military is hard to explain to people. We are harder than anyone else on each other, but nobody messes with one without inciting the wrath of them all. Because that’s how love works. Especially the love that forms between the people that have to rely on each other so heavily. You take a collection of people from every walk of life, the kind of people Tyler brought together in his own life, and you share the best and worst about the world together. You share great big belly laughs, and gut wrenching sobs. You see people for both the good and the bad, and you love them anyway. Because they are family. And they don’t ever stop being so.
Tyler wanted to be loved and to belong. He belongs to a family that encompasses millions of people, from every walk of life. He belongs to a family that treats members that have never met like best friends. Because we share a bond of service, a bond forged by having to count on the person next to you for both the kick in the butt, and the shoulder to lean, sometimes all at the same time. A bond forged by learning to love each other as a fellow person, warts and all, on some of the best and worst days of your life.
Standing around in the cold before the run were dozens of other veterans. Some of them were there to run, some to cheer, some of them to go for a ride. But every one was there because they where part of this family.
Tyler reminded me of that. He brought me together with some amazing people and reminded me about why I joined, of some of the things I love about what I do, and how great some of the bonds I had formed are. Thank you for that Tyler.
After the race we hiked up Blue Hill, and took a moment to remember some of those veterans. People whom we had never met. People from all walks of life. People that had left the world, but not our the family.
On Saturday, April 16, 2016, I had the honor of carrying Army P.F.C. Tyler Springmann’s memorial stone beside his mother, Tina Martin, in the Summit Project parade in Newport, ME.
Tyler was only 19 years old when he was taken from us by an IED in Kandahar Province, Afghanistan. Being in the military, you never know what tomorrow brings. Tyler gave the ultimate sacrifice to uphold this great Nation’s freedoms, and his sacrifice will not be forgotten. May we be ever grateful! MHANF!
There was a group of us that went up Big Moose Mountain and we carried Maine fallen soldiers rocks that their parents or guardian picked out for them. The climb was interesting to say the least because when we got to the top it started raining while we were talking about the soldier. But there there is a special connection to this soldier he just ain’t a soldier but he was my cousin. One thing I found out about him while he was in the military was that he would do almost anything that someone asked him to do. He also was a really hard worker and liked to talk to his gf and his soon to be on the way son but unfortunately he didn’t get to see him I was honored to carrie Tyler M. Springman’s rock up Big Moose Mountain
There was a group of us that went up Big Moose Mountain and we carried Maine fallen soldiers rocks that their parents or guardian picked out for them. The climb was interesting to say the least because when we got to the top it started raining while we were talking about the soldier. But there there is a special connection to this soldier he just ain’t a soldier but he was my cousin. One thing I found out about him while he was in the military was that he would do almost anything that someone asked him to do. He also was a really hard worker and liked to talk to his gf and his soon to be on the way son but unfortunately he didn’t get to see him I was honored to carrie Tyler M. Springman’s rock up Big Moose Mount
Dylan “Sherpa” Harris wrote —
Damp, cold, wet clothes. Light sleet blowing hard in the wind against out faces. Sobbing noises masked by the howling winds. Tears being wiped off our cheeks every so often. Some people might see this as a miserable moment. But what I noticed was much much more. Love, memories, laughing, crying. All for our fallen brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, friends, and strangers.
This time for me, it was my honor to carry the memory, the story, and the weight of Tyler M Springmann. A few things kept circulating around my mind as the team made its way to the summit of The Owl. 19. And Fort Wainwright. For myself, I was 19 ten years ago. I was packing for college, buying new soccer cleats for my first year of college soccer, and dealing with the lose of my own brother, Dustin. I felt so young, so uneducated when it came to the world around me. It is very hard to grasp that I was doing that and that Tyler was fighting for those he loved. Tyler was protecting those he loved by being in combat in a war zone. He paid the ultimate sacrifice for his loved ones, his brothers in uniform, and for his country. For this I am forever grateful!
Fort Wainwright. Tyler was stationed at Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, Alaska. My brother Dustin was also stationed up to Fort Wainwright when Tyler was still just a boy. This connection was another sign that sometimes the stones pick us. In my heart I believe that Tyler knew of Dustin. Two small town Maine boys grew up to be men in the same Army base. At the base there are sights that remind the soldiers of Dustin and his sacrifice. In my heart I feel Tyler spent time visiting Dustin’s memory sight along with the numerous other brave men and women from his unit and many others. I also believe that Tyler has stepped foot into the classroom that is dedicated in Dustin’s name.
I am grateful for Tyler’s sacrifice. I am grateful to have learned about him and his story. I am grateful to have had the honor of carrying his memorial stone. Thank you Tyler for all that you have done.
Dylan “Sherpa” Harris
I wanted to let the family members of Tyler know that I was on ground that day back in July, a day that has seared into my memory forever. His father was a Dog Handler that I got the pleasure of getting to know right before I headed out to Talukan. He told me that his son was going to be in my AO and I told him that I will make sure I see him. I was on the QRF that responded to the scene of the explosion and I was also the Dog Handler that cleared a path to go and retrieve Tyler. When I seen his nameplate, it ripped my heart out. I made it a point to also be the one that put him into the MEDEVAC. I just wanted to say that not a day goes by that I dont think about that day. My most sincere blessings to the family, and know that your son will never be forgotten.
Tear
Every summer for the last six years my sister, Debbie and I have planned a trip to hike in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Since I was introduced to TSP three years ago I have taken a stone on these hiking trips. This year I had planned to take the stone of Captain Jay Brainard but it was not available when I went to the MEPS building to pick it up. I had to make another choice. Making the choice it a hard task. They are all so deserving to be taken on an adventure and to be remembered.
I chose to take the stones of Tyler Springmann and Justin Buxbaum as well as the card for Jay Brainard.
I chose Tyler’s because I really liked his picture on the card. He had such a warm and genuine smile, he was very young and he was also born the same year as my daughter and is around the same as my son is now. As a mother, that really spoke to me. I cannot even imagine how much his family must miss him.
As I learned more about Tyler I was touched by how after high school he chose to immediately go into the Army. He was stationed in Alaska which is such a long way from his home and family in Maine. How brave he was to make the commitment to serve our country.
When I got home with the stones, I started my research on Tyler and Justin. I reached out to Tyler’s Aunt Karissy on Facebook. She was quick to reply and thank me for taking his stone on our journey. I was honored to take it. I noticed that the anniversary date of when he was KIA was July 17 which was the day we were leaving for our trip. I knew I was meant to have his stone with me. Sometimes the stones choose us. I thought about how hard that day would be for his family. His aunt told me they would be going to the cemetery that day.
On July 18, 2016 we started our hike up to Greenleaf Hut. Our plan was to stay overnight and hike up to Mt. Lafayette the next day and across Franconia Ridge and then back down Falling Waters trail to the valley. We had a beautiful day for our hike. Part way up the mountain a group passed us. Everyone passed us! We are slow. I also had two American flags stuck in my backpack as well as TSP patch sewn on the bag.
I asked my sister if the flags were still there. There was a man behind me who said that they were still there and was I leaving them at the top. I said no I just want to make sure they are still there. I then began to tell him about The Summit Project and that I had memorial stones in my backpack. He was very interested in what I was telling him. We stopped for a few minutes and I gave him a TSP business card. He told me he was an Army Colonel from Joint Base Lewis-McChord in Washington state. He even showed me his ID to prove he wasn’t making it up.
The colonel was very impressed with what I told him about TSP and said he would look it up when he had time.
I was sure the boys were with me then! Both Tyler, Justin and Jay were all in the Army. Coincidences have happened every time I hike with a stone. I just know they are around us helping and guiding us.
We made it to the hut and after dinner there was a rain storm. It cleared away and there was a beautiful rainbow. The weather was supposed to be sunny and clear for the next day but we awoke to complete fog, wind gusts up to 30 miles an hour and low visibility.
I kept asking the boys to help me find a sign that they were with me on this journey. I specifically asked to find heart rocks. When my sister and I reached the peak of Mt. Lafayette we couldn’t see very far in front of us, the wind was gusting and we were getting wet. I had to keep my eyes on the trail. As we approached the top I found two heart rocks in the same area not far from each other! I immediately picked them up and put them in my backpack. I went from two stones to four stones! I was so happy to have something I could bring back for their families.
Hiking is hard work any day but hiking with The Summit Project memorial stones makes the journey have meaning and purpose. I am forever changed by being involved with TSP. I try to live a life worthy of their sacrifice everyday.
Cherie,
Thank you, you have become a great friend. I love how you are always willing to talk to me about Tyler even a year after the hike….keeping his memories alive. I treasure the rock that you gave me that you had found on your hike. Truly awesome. Hope to see you at least twice more this summer, my friend.
Hi Iâm Hannah West, a Sophomore at Nokomis Regional High. My class and I had climbed Little Bigelow to remember the fallen soldiers. Maine is the only state that does this. Little Bigelow is a tough hike, 3,000 feet. The trails were all wet and muddy. Rocks were slippery making it hard to climb up them, but in the end it was worth the hike. Remembering the people that gave their lives so we could have ours. Taking a moment to learn and remember then is the least we could do. I didnât know Tyler personally but I do know his mother Tina Martin and his stepfather Ben Martin. My family and I are pretty close to them. Tinaâs daughter is like my cousin. I see her around school almost everyday. I was honored to carry Tyler M. Springmannâs stone.
To Tyler’s family,
Oh, where to start? On May 28, 2017, I had the honor and privilege of carrying the stone and story of PFC Tyler Springmann to the summit of The Owl at beautiful Baxter state park. While the hike was the central part of the weekend’s activities, my preparation started well in advance. As soon as I got my stone assignment, I started learning about Tyler’s childhood and youth and his reasons for joining the military. Tyler’s story touched me deeply as he was only 19 when an IED cut his life short in Afghanistan. As a mom myself, I can’t begin to imagine what the family went through when they lost heir beloved son, nephew, brother, cousin…. As I learned more about Tyler’s life, I knew just how important it was going to be to keep his memory alive and what better way of doing so than share his story with the rest of my hiking team.
The weekend started with everyone arriving at base camp and I had the great honor to meet Tyler’s aunt, Karissy and her family, as well as his sister Keana. What an absolute pleasure it was to get to spend time with them and hear their stories of Tyler.
Soon, the patriot riders arrived with the stones and in an emotional circle ceremony, they delivered the stones to the families who were present, or the hikers, who would carry them. It always touches me deeply to see just how many brave men and women have lost their lives here in Maine since 9/11/2001. So many stones and so many stories, all lined up on that long table. There were tears and many hugs as the stones were placed by the families and later passed on to the hikers, who would carry them.
On the morning of the hike, our team gathered in the early morning hours to begin our journey. Spirits were high as we were determined to complete our mission. Backpacks shouldered, with the stones safely tucked inside them, we began the ascent to the summit of The Owl. It was a beautiful day to be in the Maine woods and as the hours wore on, there were many stories shared between members of my team. Soon the trail got steep and as I’d call it, gnarly, and while the conversations stopped, the sense of comradery grew stronger. As we climbed above the tree line, the views opened up and my knees started to turn into jelly since I usually don’t “do” heights. In that moment, Tyler’s memory helped me temendously to overcome my fears and push on. I remembered his bravery and his sacrifice and that this day was all about him. My mission was to carry his stone to the summit and that was exactly what I was going to do! With renewed resolve I kept my eyes on my footing and soon we reached the summit and were treated to amazing views of Mt. Katahdin and the many lakes surrounding it.
Gathering our team, we found a beautiful spot to hold our circle ceremony and share the stories of “our” heroes. One by one, we retrieved our stones from our packs and shared our stories. The mood was somber and there were tears as we learned about each other’s fallen. My turn came and I proudly shared Tyler’s story. The story of a young man who loved skate boarding and woodworking, who had a deep love for his family and his country and who, at 17, followed his calling by joining the US Army. Throughout his training, he called home as often as he could and he was so looking forward to his leave, which he would never be able to take. I tried my best to do this young man justice by mentioning his many accomplishments as well as conveying to my team the love he had for his family. I am grateful to his family for allowing me to carry his stone and sharing his story! It truly was an honor and great privilege and Tyler’s memory will live on through the stories shared by myself and future participants in TSP.
Upon our return to base camp, we solemnly delivered our stones back to their loving families. It was an emotional journey, but so well worth it. I thank you, Karissy for opening your heart and sharing your stories of Tyler! I will forever hold a special place in my heart for him and your whole family. Maine Heroes are NOT Forgotten!
Baerbel,
I am so happy to have met you. Thank you so much for wanting to learning about Tyler and helping to keep his memory alive. He will always be remembered and I greatly appreciate that. Your words are true spoken.Tyler was and will always be a hero.
It was a pleasure to sit and talk with you and your son (minus the blackflies).looking forward to seeing you and your family at The Run For the Fallen and Smugglers Den. Until then, thank you from me and my family to you and yours. god bless
Dear family of Tyler,
I just finished hiking Table Rock Mountain with campers who all have a parent or sibling currently serving in the military. This is what two children had to say about carrying Tyler
“I felt the hike was fun and very interesing, because not only did we hike with Tyler’s rock, we hiked with the stories of fallen soldiers from Maine.”
“I thought the hike was fun because I got to hike with my friends and a story of a fallen soldier from Maine. I thought it was interesting to learn about someone who protected people. I am also like Tyler because I love the same food he does.”
I would like to personally thank you for sharing Tyler and his life with us and others who take part in this amazing program.
To the family and friends of Tyler,
Two weeks ago, Michael Keighley and I hiked up Table Rock Mountain in Maine with 44 teenagers who all have a parent or sibling currently serving in the military. They carried 28 stones up the mountain that day. Here is a letter from the campers that had the honor of carrying your hero.
“We really enjoyed carrying Tyler’s stone up Table Rock. He inspired us to look at life from a different perspective. Knowing that he was only 19, he would have been the kind of kid that I would have liked to have met. Though his rock was big, the hardship was well worth it and we can’t wait to carry another stone and story. We are so lucky to have had this opportunity. We are very sorry for your loss but we are thankful that we got to know him.”
-Jocelyn and Bella
Dear Karissy and family,
Last Sunday, I had the honor and privilege to carry Tyler’s stone once more! I participated in the 2nd annual Husky Ruck Memorial 10K at beautiful Pineland Farms. Upon arrival at Pineland, I knew for sure that Tyler’s stone would be the one I’d choose to take on this journey. It was an emotional ruck, honoring another one of Maine’s Fallen heroes, CPL Mark Goyet. With Tyler’s stone safely tucked into my pack, we set off on the ruck, surrounded by people who also carried the stones and stories of other fallen heroes. There was a great camaraderie as we traversed the rolling hills of Pineland Farms and as some of us made it through the challenging obstacle course. Throughout it all, I kept thinking about the young man whose stone I was carrying and who had such deep love for this great country of ours that he did not hesitate to lay down his own life in defense of our freedom! I am grateful that I got to share this journey with my entire family and that it gave me the opportunity to teach my youngest child about the price of freedom and the brave men and women who fight for it every day! Maine Heroes are NEVER Forgotten!
On October 14th, 2017 I had the honor and privilege to carry the stone and story of U.S. Army Private First Class Tyler Springmann to the summits of Pemetic Mountain and Cadillac Mountain as part of TSP at Acadia.
When I was assigned Tylerâs stone and began to read about him, his tragically young age was the first thing that struck me. Tyler was born on March 26, 1992. I was born in July of the same year, making me just a few months younger than Tyler, and I felt an immediate sense of connection to him for that reason. Being so close in age, Tyler and I likely encountered many of the rewards and challenges of growing up at similar times. In 2010 we both graduated from high school. I went off to figure out who I was within the sheltered and forgiving environment of college. Tyler already knew who he was, and had known for a long time. He felt a calling to join the military and serve his country from a young age, and he left Maine to join the army immediately after graduation. After spending a year in training and stationed with his unit in Alaska, he deployed overseas to arguably the most unsheltered and unforgiving environment on Earth. Tyler was just 19 years old when an IED took his life in Afghanistan on July 17, 2011.
Tyler would have turned 25 with me this year. I feel a sense of guilt when I think about that. Too often, I let selfish and insignificant struggles consume my life. I take for granted the fact that I get to experience those struggles. Tyler was the opposite of selfish. He cared deeply for other people â Karissy and his family, friends, and brothers most, but also for acquaintances and strangers. Tyler liked anyone who looked him in the eye and smiled. He didnât judge others and didnât operate inside the social cliques and boundaries that are so common in adolescence. Tyler stood up against hate, even once taking a punch for a friend being bullied. He was brave then. He was brave when he said goodbye to Karissy in the Bangor airport and boarded a flight to Afghanistan.
As I hiked with Tyler, I thought about how juvenile and mature he was at the same time. On one side, Tyler was still a boy when he deployed. He loved skateboarding and movies and pillow-talk. On the other side, though, was an upstanding man wise beyond his years â one who loved his country and would do anything to protect his people.
Tyler reminds me to take a step back and put my daily struggles and setbacks in perspective. He reminds me to show compassion to others. He reminds me to let my inner kid show. Thank you, Karissy, for allowing me to carry the story of your beloved Tyler. I am so grateful to have gotten to know him through you.
Always,
Clare
Dear Karissy and family of PFC Tyler Springmann,
I was very privileged and honored to carry Tylerâs stone during the Memorial Day weekend Owl trail hike. I have so much love and respect for our military men and women and getting involved with The Summit project is a way for me to express that outwardly. When I was informed I would be carrying the stone for Tyler M. Springmann, it all became very real. I wanted to learn everything I could about this young man and was told Tylerâs Aunt Karissy would be happy to tell me about Tyler. I picked up my phone at least a dozen times over the course of 3 days before I had the courage to call. How could I tell Tylerâs story without talking to her? I was so afraid of hearing her cry reliving the pain of losing Tyler. Tyler paid the ultimate sacrifice, I felt so silly about my own fear and dialed the phone. Once Karissy and I started talking, her warm spirit and eagerness to share memories of Tyler put me at ease.
Thank You, Karissy for wholeheartedly sharing so many amazing things about Tyler, to a stranger no less. Iâm so glad we talked! Hearing stories about Tyler made the privilege of carrying his stone all the more personal and meaningful. In the photos of Tyler I see a bright and brave young man and after talking to you I realize he was that and so much more. While Tyler proved to be an honorable soldier, earning many awards in his short military career, he started off as a sweet young boy called âTy-Tyâ and enjoyed the kinds of things kids like, including skateboarding and kayaking. It was no wonder Tyler made you such a proud âAuntieâ. He was a good student in school once he started applying himself and he was the kind of boy who stood up for the âunderdogâ. Tyler was already a hero to someone in grade school when he stepped in on a bullying situation and walked away with a black eye.
I arrived at base camp the day before the hike with nervous anticipation about joining The Summit Project, but mostly about meeting Tylerâs Auntie Karissy. We greeted each other with a huge hug. Karissy thanked me for carrying Tylerâs stone, which seemed unnecessary as it was such a privilege to me. Karissy gave me a dog tag with Tylerâs photo on it and again thanked me. Later that evening, we received the stones for the heroâs we would be hiking for. I traced the initials âTMSâ engraved into the stone and the date of birth â1992â and date of death â2011â and laid the dog tag gently on top. That night, I carefully packed Tylerâs stone in my rucksack and secured his dog tag on the outside along with a small American Flag.
A beautiful sunny, windy morning the next day as Team Red was the first to start the Owl Trail hike. We had a few minutes before leaving base camp to check in with each other, make sure we had everything for our hike and loaded into a van. 12 team members, everyone with one stone honoring a fallen hero (some with two stones); 12 backpacks with small American flags safely guarding the precious cargo representing an American Hero inside; 12 unique people, most of who didnât know each other beforehand, became a family, Team Red Family, ready to complete our mission together to honor and remember some of Maineâs Fallen Heroes.
It was extremely important for all of us to reach the summit of The Owl as once we got there, we had the honor of introducing the soldier we were hiking for and sharing what we learned (or knew) about the soldier. I had printed two photos of Tyler and jotted down a few things about his life; the struggles; and the love he had for his family and his country. One by one, 12 people with voices that ached with love, sorrow and pride, and eyes that filled with tears, shared stories and memories of their fallen hero. One thing that stood out while listening to otherâs stories about their fallen hero is that most all of them had a âgreat sense of humorâ. I looked down at one of Tylerâs photos, he had a joyful smile that could melt hearts and I recalled several good-humored stories about Tyler and that Karissy described him as a âclass clownâ.
Karissy: On the way back down, I spent the most time thinking about the last time you saw Tyler at the Bangor Airport waiting for his flight to leave taking him to a far off, dangerous place. I envision him lovingly holding his baby nephew, Gabriel and talking to you as if he wasnât doing anything extraordinary, when the mission he was embarking on took so much courage and was nothing short of heroic. In particular, Tylerâs response to your question if he was scared will always be in my heart, âNo Auntie, Iâm going with brothers I totally trustâ. His Army family was every bit as important to him as his family in Maine and Iâm sure he was just as important to them. I am doing my part to keep Tylerâs memory going and will forever hold a place in my heart for him and you and your family. Blessings to you and your family and Thank You for helping to raise an amazing young man, a true American Hero. Godspeed Tyler. #MHANF
Respectfully submitted,
Kristy Sharp
Mount Desert Island, Maine
On September 28, 2018, I had the honor and pleasure to carry the story and the stone of Army Pfc. Tyler M. Springmann up Cadillac Mountain where I participated in an honoring ceremony at the summit. As I begin to describe my experience here, I feel it important to say that there are no words alone that can fully describe how extraordinary this experience and the life of Army Pfc. Tyler M. Springmann really was.
In preparing for this hike, I had the incredible opportunity to contact Tylerâs family to learn of his life and sacrifice. Tylerâs Aunt Karissy took him in when he was three years old, raised him, and treated him like one of her own. She was his mom in all ways, but so much more to him over the years. Family was important to Tyler, maybe more important to him than most people because of who raised him and the bond he and Karissy shared. During our conversations, Karissy shared several great memories with me that really made me understand the person Tyler was.
Tyler was this unstoppable force of life, always wanting to push the limits of his own courage. He did not take life sitting down. From a young age, he started pushing the envelope, like when he jumped from his kayak in the middle of a body of water, not knowing if he could even get back on it. Tyler was a guardian, a protector- he cared about the little guy. He was once suspended from school for standing up to a bully that was giving another kid a hard time; even though he was suspended, he was okay with that because of his strong moral compass, kind heart and courage. As I heard these stories and many others, Tyler quickly became a super hero in my book.
When we began talking about Tylerâs time in the Army, Karissy said that Tyler also found family in the army. When sitting at the Bangor airport together when Tyler was being deployed to Afghanistan, Karissy asked him if he was scared. Tyler told his aunt, “No, I’ll be with my brothers and they’ve got my back”.
Karissy and Tyler, the TSP family has your back, and now I do too. Carrying Tylerâs stone was such an emotional roller coaster- having a 19 year old son myself made this so very personal and real to me, I felt very connected and honored, and I would not have traded this experience for the world. Being my first hike, I could not had asked for a better person of honor to carry their story and stone for. As I have moved through this experience, I am feeling such a deep sense of respect, appreciation, and humility towards Tyler and his amazing family. Both Tyler and his family have made such a sacrifice for our country and people, and I am forever changed by just learning of their story and vow to continue to share his story to keep his legacy alive and known. I hope to carry his stone again.
Respectfully submitted,
Jeremie St. Pierre
Hello folks, my name is Tate Knowles and I want to share a little about this past Memorial Day weekend.
I got to spend the weekend with the summit Project up in Baxter state park, And I was honored to be a part of the hike. I carried the stone of Army PFC Tyler Springmann, who was killed in Afghanistan at the age of 19 on July 17- 2011.
I was able to learn about Tyler through his aunt Karissy Marie, an amazing woman who raised Tyler. Tyler had so many great qualities, he stood up for others, he once saw a kid getting bullied in school so he stepped in to put an end to it, he knew it could have gone one of two ways, it would end and they would continue with there day, or there would be a fight and he would get hurt⊠There was a fight and he got punched in the eye, but this did not stop him from helping a kid who was getting bullied. I think the one quality that stood out the most was his joy, I saw a lot of pictures of him this weekend and his smile was just contagious, I only saw one picture where he was not grinning ear to ear and that was just because the Army said you canât smile in this picture. He was a very joyful kid and loved to make people laugh.
I want to let the family know that it was an honor to learn about Tyler and here his stories, I will never forget about this weekend, and I will never forget about Tyler.
Tyler you are loved by many and always remembered, Rest in peace we are forever in your debt.
It was a pleasure to meet you and Becca. You gave me a something that is far a few. A few moments to get lost in memories of Tyler and for that I thank you. It was very thoughtful for you to take a weekend and dedicate it to learning about our loved ones. You are truly a wonderful,kindhearted person and I am thankful to have met you and Becca.
Dear Karissy-
My name is Thomas I’m a sophomore at Nokomis Regional High, and 16 years old as well as a JROTC cadet. On June 5th 2019, I had the honor of carrying the stone of Tyler to the top of Mount Tumbledown near Weld Maine. Along with Tyler, 34 other stones were also taken to the top. We also had the father of Cpl Fisher with us who carried his sonâs stone to the top as well. Mount Tumbledown is about 3000 ft up, the spot we did the ceremony had a beautiful view of everything.
I chose Tylerâs stone because him and I have plenty in common. I myself live in Hartland and I love participating in many same activities that Tyler did himself. Like hunting, hiking, snowmobiling and especially skateboarding. Tyler sounds like a great kid and I would have loved to meet him.
I myself plan on joining the Army, going along the same path as Tyler. May Tyler always be remembered as the hero his was, it was an honor to learn about Tylerâs legacy and carry his stone.
On August 10, 2019, I was honored to carry the stone and story of Army PFC Tyler Springmann for the 4th Annual Husky Ruck. It was a beautiful summer day to Ruck the 6.2 mile course with Tylerâs stone in my Ruck sack and his sense of adventure in my heart. Itâs amazing to me that when I started to feel tired or I really (really, really) wanted to offload my #48 pound ruck sack, I would think about the energetic, strong, adventurous young man that Tyler was and how much training (including miles and miles of rucking) he endured to join the Army and it was so important to keep going – to honor him. When I went back to training with my clients the following week and they asked âhow was your weekend?â, I explained that I was privileged to carry Tylerâs stone and shared his story with them. Thereâs no doubt Tyler was an incredible young man with a million dollar smile and a heart of gold. My heart breaks thinking about how young Tyler was and how his family and friends who loved him so much have to move forward without him. Tyler and his family will forever have a very special place in my heart. A brave young man living his best life serving in the US Army. I am humbled and honored every time I carry his memorial stone and know Iâm carrying his spirit with me as well.
Krissy,
As I’m sure everyone else here has done, I’ve started this letter at least 50 times. I realized that no matter what my head and heart feels, it will never be able to be translated to words. I’m going to start out by simply thanking you for all the conversation leading up to TSPANP. I got to know Tyler immensely and laughed, and cried, and grew so proud of this kid I’d never even met.
Having Tyler with me at ANP wasn’t just an honor, it was a boon. The entire hike up the mountain was thoughts of this kid. All my worries and fears went away, which seems selfish when I think about it but I couldn’t have don’t this without Tyler. He was absolutely by driving force.
Tyler was the kid that stuck up for others and wore his wounds proudly. From taking a black eye sticking up for another student to giving his life for his country, Tyler was a man of sacrifice. I’m absolutely convinced he wouldn’t have wanted it no other way.
What started out as a hike to honor our fallen and their families, soon became an emotional roller coaster day. I grieved for the loss of Tyler, a man and child at the same time. I laughed at the stories I was told about him growing up, especially the DVD player. I got nervous about facing challenges I haven’t faced before like my first mountain climb and the heights…but Tyler was with me all day, and he made sure I was ok. I was there to honor him, but I relied on him all day…and he never let me, or anyone else down.
On Saturday & Sunday, November 9th & 10th, I carried Tylerâs stone and story for the Veterans weekend Blue Hill Mountain Hike and Ellsworth YMCA Veterans Remembrance 4 Miler. The weather was crisp and clear with a dusting of snow on the ground for the Saturday hike. I was so honored to share Tylerâs story with the large group that hiked that day. Karissy, youâve shared so much about Tyler with me over the course of the last couple years that it was hard to pick and choose the best of the best to share with the group at the summit. I spent a lot of time during the hike to the Blue Hill summit thinking about the âhighlight reelâ that I would share to impress upon the group what an amazing young man Tyler was. His love of the outdoors and skateboarding; his sense of adventure; how he stood up to bullies; his struggles with school until he applied himself and realized he could maintain good grades; his dedication to the United States Army and his âbrothersâ. I wish I could have heard his laugh so when I hear stories of how ornery he was I could get a true sense of his personality. I loved hearing the story about the kayaking trip at the lake ⊠him lazily floating along as you did all the paddling! All these stories make him such a real presence to me and make me absolutely understand the huge void he left in your lives. I love that Tylerâs favorite color was blue, itâs an awesome color. I have great respect for all who serve in our armed forces and Tyler will always be an American Hero. Always Our Hero. Tyler was a brave and bright young man and we all owe him gratitude and respect beyond measure. We also owe you and your family that same measure of gratitude and respect. Love and hugs to you all. #mhanf
This is my first year, of what I hope to be many years of participating in The Summit Project. This year, I get the honor of carrying the stone of PFC Tyler Springmann.
Tyler was only 19 years old when he was killed in Afghanistan. He died of wounds suffered when enemy forces attacked his unit with an improvised explosive device.
I was fortunate enough to be able to connect with Tyler’s Aunt, Karissy. The way she described Tyler, I knew that for me carrying his stone, this match couldn’t be more fitting. I only wish I could have had the honor of being able to meet Tyler personally. She described Tyler as adventurous, a bit of a wild child, and that he loved to keep busy. A lover of the outdoors, especially skateboarding and kayaking. She said that he was always ready for a quick laugh, known as the class clown. His personality sounded like an infectious one. But not only was he the adventurous wild child that she lovingly described, he was also fearlessly loyal to his friends. He stood up for others – and talked about the time where Tyler had witnessed another peer being bullied, stepped in and punched the bully, which resulted in a black eye (that he was proud of ;)) It’s apparent that that fearless loyalty extended to his brother and sisters that he served with in Afghanistan.
Tyler just wanted to feel loved, to feel included, to be part of something. And at 19, full of life, with so much potential ahead of him, Tyler selflessly made the ultimate sacrifice for this country.
I hope that Tyler knows that he is loved, will always be loved and never will be forgotten.
Thank you for your service and the ultimate sacrifice PFC Tyler Springmann. It was an honor to carry your stone today.
Hello, my name is Courtney Wheaton and I had the honor of carrying Private First Class Tyler Springmannâs stone up Tumbledown Mountain, along with my JROTC class. Each cadet brought a different Soldier’s stone up to Tumbledown pond and we had a ceremony to remember and honor each soldier who was killed in action.
I specifically brought Tyler’s stone all the way to the summit unlike any other cadet with their soldier, because I knew if it was Tyler who personally hiked Tumbledown Mountain, there was no way that he wouldn’t go to the very top. I knew Tyler as a child, he would mostly hang out with my sister because of the age gap which was 13 years between me and him. But I remember how kind and caring he was, when I was a child I remembered him as the goofy, kind-hearted âolder cousinâ who was usually riding his skateboard. We may not be related by blood but I will always remember him as my cousin. The only thing that’s changed since I was a child is the fact that I don’t just remember him as goofy and nice. I now think of/remember him as the courageous, hard working, brave, selfless, Tyler who unfortunately passed away much too soon in a deployment to Afghanistan.
I will never forget the hike I got to go on, on May, 17 2021 when I got to carry my cousin Private First Class Tyler Springmann all the way to the very top of Tumbledown Mountain. I’m so thankful I got that opportunity, the honor will forever be mine.
Hi, My name is Karissy, I am the aunt of PFC Tyler Springmann. My family and I hiked with his stone on Memorial day. This was a first for me for carrying, typically I am recieving. It was amazing on our journey I was able to tell story’s of my time with Tyler to my children who was not around at that time. They were so eager to learn about his likes and quirks. Tyler has a quick temper but an even quicker smile. He was always getting people to laugh. He loved his sister and brothers. He would talk about them so much. Family was a huge part of his life. I hope to instill those same values into my children as I did Tyler. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. His laughter, his smile. His grin, but most of all his hugs.
I had the honor of serving with Tyler. I was there that day, present of mind and body. He was full of life and loved what he did. Also, one of the bravest soldiers I know. I miss all my brothers. But I’m happy to see that his memory is carried and cherished by more than just those who knew him directly. That wasn’t an easy day. The words thank you to everyone here, reading or being involved doesn’t cover it. When we finished that day and all got back to base, there was a silence, a grim darkness. I cried, I really did. We all took a massive blow that day, and we feel it still. Thank you all.
My name is Brig Currie and on September 25, 2021 I had the privilege of carrying the stone and story of Army Pfc. Tyler Springmann of Hartland, ME at Acadia national park. This was my first hike with TSP and a very memorable day for me to honor a young man who died in Afghanistan at only 19 years old from enemy attack. It was rewarding in so many ways, I learned so much and met so many great people all by learning about Tylers life and telling his story. I felt like I had a lot of connections with Tyler, so it made it that much more special. I was told by some the stone chooses you and I couldnât feel that was more true.
I am grateful for the opportunity and even more grateful for Tylerâs sacrifice. Rest in peace Tyler and I will share your story many more times.
Respectfully,
-Brig
Dear Karissy and Family,
It was so wonderful to meet you and your family this weekend at the TSP Memorial Weekend event at Twin Pine Camps. May 29-30, 2022. Though this was not my first time hiking with a stone and memory of one of Maine’s heroes – It was the first time doing it at BSP. I am so grateful to have had the honor to hike with and learn about Tyler and what a dedicated hero he is.
My son was 19 when he joined the Marines and I know how hard it is to see them leave and take on this important task of becoming a servant for all Americans and part of defending the democracy we so cherish. The anguish and the reality that they were KIA is such a hard reality to bare- and I know the sorrow never ever goes away. I want you and your family to know that I share the sorrow and the grief that goes with losing a loved one at such a young age and a life so full of promise.
It was an honor to learn abut Tyler, to carry his stone and his spirit of life. Hiking up the Owl Trail and reaching the summit I could feel Tyler’s spirit was with me… giving me strength, courage, and guiding the way. I’m so grateful for an organization like TSP to help to keep Tyler’s spirit alive and to remember the boy is was and the man he became.
May you find piece in knowing others share Tyler’s story and admire him and I will continue to do the same.
Thank you Tyler for hiking with me – Thank you for your sacrifice and all those who love You and know you look forward to your spirit guidance. … remembering the laughter and the smiles you shared with them… You are in our hearts always.
God Bless,
Susan Fraser
Lieber Robert und Familie, durch Zufall bin ich in dieses Forum gekommen und möchte Dir und Deiner Familie, auch im Namen meines Ehemann es, das allertiefste MitgefĂŒhl zum Tod Deines Sohnes ausdrĂŒcken. Wir GrĂŒĂen Dich aus Deutschland, aus Walshausen in der Pfalz und wĂŒnschen Dir viel Kraft, um das Leid zu durchleben das ĂŒber Dich gekommen ist. Herzlichst, die Eltern von Alexandra, Ursula und Klaus.
English Translation:
Dear Robert and family, we came across the page by happenstance and we want to express our sincere condolences to you and your family for the passing of your son. We are sending greetings from Germany, from Walshausen and wishing you much strength.
Best,
Ursula and Klaus (parents of Alexandra)
I walked with Private First Class, Tyler Springmann, of Hartland, Maine, at Acadia National Park, on Saturday, September 24th, 2022, as part of the group called, âThe Summit Projectâ.
About seventy-plus other friendly, fun, sunny souls honored the memories and stories of fallen Maine soldiers to bring strength to the sentence, Maine Heroes Are Not Forgotten. MHANF.
I was asked to honor Pfc. Springmann and his story. I tried to do this.
But, I need to be honest here. The above sentences do not tell the whole truth.
Since I started learning about Pfc. Springmann a couple moons ago, his spirit – his spirit – I felt close to me.
I have been moved to tears more than once, when I have felt Tyler near me. I feel that Tyler understands these tears – Tyler understands way more than we might be tempted to think someone who passed at only the age of nineteen understands.
Pfc. Springmann was born March 26, 1992, and he gave the last full measure of his devotion, his highest sacrifice, on July 17, 2011, while serving in the country of Afghanistan.
I hope to do the Summit Project again. It was a wonderful group of organizers, Gold Star families, and fellow hikers and carriers of stones.. A new family. I will carry any stone that I am asked to. Any stone.
But, I hope that I am given Pfc. Springmannâs stone again. It is the stone that I really want to touch and carry the most. Because Tylerâs stone has also carried me.
I feel as if I understand this man. I feel that he understands us. I love this guy, Tyler Springmann. The stories that I have learned about this man â that other carriers of the stone shared in prior yearsâ Summit Projects â taught me a lot.
But, it is â more â than stories that I have learned about Pfc. Springmann. It is â more â than facts that I have learned about Pfc. Springmann. It is â more â than dates of birth and death that I have learned about Pfc. Springmann.
I have felt Tyler right beside me, next to me, walking next to me. I have felt him next to me as we carried his stone to a high mountain peak â together. Together. I have also felt Tyler next to me, beside me, as I do things in my living room and kitchen. Together.
I have heard Tyler talking to me. Call me crazy, but I feel Tyler speaks to me.
Tyler says three or four things repeatedly to me. Pfc. Springmann shares wisdom and light that are far beyond what we think a nineteen-year-old young man would know. Perhaps, having to serve in a war, alongside Brothers, as Tyler would say, matures a human fast.
Pfc. Springman tells me, âLetâs f-ing, go, man,. Letâs go!,â when I am starting to do a project, a mission.. âLetâs f-ing, go, man. Letâs go!â
Pfc. Springmann tells me, âYouâre good, brother, youâre good,â when I am questioning if I am good enough. âYouâre good, brother, youâre good.â
Prior carriers of Pfc. Springmannâs stone have told sunny stories of his sparkling bravery, and Tyler has talked to me about this, too, when my moments require bravery and courage. Sometimes, we feel all alone when we have gotta do something that takes being brave, even if itâs something stupid and simple, like getting out of bed when weâre tired and sore but need to get moving. And brave can be lots of other things, too. But, we can, at certain times, feel as if we are all by ourselves, alone in a giant open field all by ourselves, when weâre being brave.
Tyler gets these ideas about being brave. Pfc. Springmann gets brave. Tyler tells me he knows about being brave. When I am scared, Tyler says to me, âletâs be brave together. I am right beside you.â
And Tyler whispers one more thing in my ear. âBrothers,â Pfc. Springmann whispers to me. âBrothers.â
My name is Greg Lozier. I am a U.S. Navy Veteran, and I am the current President of the Patriots Riders of America Maine Chapter Two. I have made this trek several times carrying a stone of one of Maine’s Fallen Heroes. It was a distinct honor to carry the stone, the story and the memory of Army Private First-Class Tyler Springmann on the motorcycle convoy from Portland to Millinocket for TSP to BSP 2023. It has always been such a rewarding and humbling feeling to participate in the honorable mission of escorting our state’s Fallen Heroes’ stones and memories to their families at Twin Pines Campground. To know that such a courageous young man made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom is truly humbling. To Pfc. Springmann’s family, I thank you for your sacrifice.
To Karissy and family,
I had the honor and privilege of carrying the stone of PFC. Tyler M. Springman. Together we hiked the Owl trail at Baxter State Park. Although I did not know Tyler, the weeks leading up to the hike I did my research and learned as much as I could about Tyler.
Tyler left way too soon and was only 19 years old but I feel that he accomplished many of the things that he set out to do. He surrounded himself with a good and diverse group of friends, found a brotherhood within his unit, and he had a loving family at home which unfortunately he never had the chance to see grow.
We were a group of ten hikers climbing up the summit during a hot day, the bugs were swarming us. Each of us was carrying the weight of our hero. Between the ten of us there were lots of jokes, laughter, the sharing of snacks and bug spray, and encouragements. I’m sure Tyler would have loved every bit of this since he was an outdoorsy man himself who loved being part of a group.
At the summit we had our circle ceremony in which each of us shared what we had learned about our hero, their likes, their dislikes and the legacy that they have left behind. After the ceremony we climbed back down but… we were no longer a group of ten, we were a unit of twenty! PFC. Tyler M. Springmann you have not been forgotten.
To the friends and family of Tyler, it was my honor to carry his memory forward last Saturday. As I learned about Tyler, I couldnât help but to keep circling back to â19â. There is no question that he fought and died as a man, that he lived and married as a man. That Tyler was man enough to sign on that dotted line, not with trepidation, but conviction, to ensure these freedoms most take for granted. Still the thought sat in the back of my mind like a heavy rockâŠ19.
I learned of his life, achievements, learned what a special individual he was. His ability to gather others around him, to create an atmosphere of inclusivity is not only unique, but important in todayâs society. I found myself smiling often, thinking of him, as a kid. I thought maybe itâs because Iâm a mom of teenagers. My own daughter soon to be 18, still just a kid in my eyes. How different she is from Tyler. I thought of my son, a Sophmore in high school. Could it be in two short years heâd achieve the maturity and conviction to sign on that line? Maybe, maybe not. It wasnât for several days that I realized why I kept circling back to 19. It was my big brother. He was killed at 19. He seemed so old and mature to me at the time. Independent, an adult. The memory of Tyler tugs at my heart both as a mom and as a young girl.
Tyler and his memory will forever be with me. Sometimes I believe that people who are not on this earth for very long, were never intended to be. They are angels who were sent here for a specific purpose. Maybe we realize what that purpose was. Or maybe they affected someone elseâs path in a significant way that we will never know. Iâd be willing to bet, with the kind of person Tyler was, and the gift he possessed, that he affected every life he touched in a positive way. Maybe even saved a few. I am sorry he had to leave your lives, but grateful you got to have him for the time you did.
On August 10, 2024, I was privileged and honored to carry the stone and story of Army PFC Tyler Springmann for the Ruck for the Fallen at Pineland Farms in New Gloucester. The day started out rainy, but before the ruck began the rain passed and left us with a hot and humid morning. I have carried Tylerâs stone on several occasions and nearly everyone I know; family, friends and quite a few strangers too, know about Tyler because I share his story every chance I get. An incredibly brave and charismatic young man was taken from this earth much too soon and he won’t be forgotten. As I went along the 6.1 mile ruck there were display boards stuck in the ground with brief stories, a photo and the soldiers name on it. It seemed I would only ruck a short distance and there was another display board. I touched each sign board and said âThank Youâ to the soldier. Wearing a heavy pack didnât compare to how heavy my heart felt looking at the promising faces (most of them smiling) full of life. As noted earlier, it was a very hot and humid ruck. Humidity is not a friend to me and as I got toward the end of the ruck I was feeling exhausted. I was making my way up a shaded hill (hoping it might be one of the last on the course) and felt like I was being pushed up it. When I got to the top of the hill the shade ended into the opening of a sunny field and at that moment I saw Tylerâs display board. I was so emotional because I knew he was pushing me up that darn hill and there was his photo. A handsome young man with a mischievous smile and a heart of gold who really wanted to be a friend to everyone. I paused a moment, said Thank You Tyler and finished the course feeling very determined. Karissy, I admire you so much for sharing so much about Tyler and hope you know you, your family and Tyler will forever have a very special place in my heart.
Hello to all of Tyler’s family and friends,
On 21 September 2024, I was honored to carry the Stone and privileged to share the story of Tyler M. Springmann PFC, US Army during The Summit Project hike at Acadia National Park.
I have recently lost a loved one and was struggling, I thought I had lost my drive to help others. Through friends I was introduced to The Summit Project and this has changed my life forever.
Karissy, you are so brave to have opened your heart and share Tyler’s story with me. I listened how Tyler was proud of his battle scar for defending an underdog. He had no idea if he would win or lose, but he went anyway, that is the definition of BRAVERY. He wanted everyone and I mean everyone to fit in. I felt a strong connection to Tyler and asked how the stones are assigned. After the explanation, completing the hike and ceremonies I now know that the STONE CHOSES YOU.
Karissy, I wasn’t sure what the procedure was for wrapping the stone to protect it in your pack. The Summit Project team provides them, now I know. So I decided to protect the stone with a soft blanket that I call a “woobbie” and a Harley Davidson bandana. I wanted to make sure he was warm and comfortable, and I can’t really take the woobbie on motorcycle rides. Tyler’s bio is attached to the bandana and people ask.
Thank you Karissy for allowing me to continue to share Tyler’s story.
Tom B.