Tim always took care of those not able to stick up for themselves, being the protector to many youngsters in school. He once tot in trouble for ‘physical contact’ in grade school. When the principal found that Tim was defending a friend who being picked on, Time was exonerated. In middle school, some boys took a baseball cap from a special needs student and Tim waded right in there and took it back. In high school, a friend and Tim saved a young girl who was trying to commit suicide.

Tim excelled in sports, being the quarterback for three years and captain of the football team his senior year. He also was the centerfielder and captain of the baseball team. Tim led those athletes on and off the field. He always stopped to help the underclassmen who were struggling on the field and kept them true to their pledge of conduct.

Tim was a friend to all – teachers, coaches, athletes, non-athletes, parents of his friends—everyone had a soft spot for him. He was hard to resist with the grin of his and those blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

In the Marines, his men also looked up to him and the letters we have received from him Marine brothers speaks of a leader, serious in his duty, a good man who never had a bad word to say about anyone. His officers sent wonderful letters telling of a “Squared Away Marine”. “The Marine Corps does not build character, the Corps reveals it.” Tim’s heart was the Marines.

To remember is to honor….

Marc was a standout student and athlete growing up in New Hampshire. He never got into any kid of trouble and was always there if anyone needed anything. Marc helped lead his high school football team to a state championship and also played lacrosse. He graduated from Plymouth High School in 2008 and immediately entered the Army. His service to his country energized by the words love, life, and honor. He put great emphasis on relationships over personal achievements. Serving his country was a relationship with his idea of what duty was all about. Marc was soft-spoken, had an infectious laugh and smile and never gave up trying task until he got them right.

Marc deployed to Afghanistan in early January 2010. He was killed three weeks later when an interpreter opened fire inside Camp Nunez with an AK-47. Marc would not have wished for people to grieve for him. The life suffering and death he witnessed in Afghanistan was troubling to him, but he felt God sent him a message in the Bible to put what he felt was his duty into perspective. It was from Romans 8:18, “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that well be revealed in us.”

Statement from the family…
Marc’s strong faith in God allows us the comfort of knowing that he is with his Savior and that one day we will join him. We are proud of our son and all that he did and aspired to do for his country. Marc was a rare person who knew very early what he wanted to do and focused on attaining his goals. He learned early the meaning of being on a team and working hard for others. Marc took those values he developed in school and sports with him to the military and used them every day of his service. We are also comforted to know that even though he was young, Marc touched so many people in a positive way. It is great to hear and read of the joy and happiness Marc brought with his smile and quick laugh.

To remember is to honor…

Randy was raised by his grandfather, William, a Korean War veteran. William remembers his grandson as a ‘big, husky fellow and a great fly-fisher, liked by all.” He was a 1998 graduate of Berlin High School NH) and after graduation followed in his grandfather’s footsteps and joined the Army. He was a soldier who carried kindness and candy with him, marked his Bible with a “Sugar Babies” candy wrapper, and wore his cap backward when he wasn’t on duty.”

Family members remember Randy as fearless, inspiring his wife Misty to share his belief that nothing would go wrong while he was in Iraq. He was fond of fly-fishing and playing hockey, and was considering making the military his career. His mother said before he went to Iraq, she asked if he was scared. “It’s my job – it’s what I’m trained to do,” he said. He had the ability to make anyone laugh or smile, even at his own expense. Randy was called Rosey by friends and fellow soldiers. They remember him as a ‘good NCO’ that care for his guys and was a good friend to those who didn’t know the ropes. “Rosey” knew how to talk to everyone and was liked by all.

On Memorial Day, May 31, Berlin honored the 23-year-old man by dedicating the Sgt. Randy Rosenberg Memorial Highway in front of the Unity Street Botanical Gardens, located on a section of Hutchins Street from Glen Avenue to East Mason Street. A plaque and street sign mark this stretch of road, paralleling the Androscoggin River.

To remember is to honor….